Now That You Are Pure 94
- Location
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Your survival instincts kick in. Cover, you have to find cover! None of the shelves will shield you from someone who is looking, the desks are too easy to search. With no good alternatives, your legs carry you towards the valuables chest at the back, the one you just pulled a load of stuff out of.
The chest is exactly large enough to hold the hawk sword propped at an angle corner to corner. It's also exactly too small to hold you as well. You climb in anyway, folding your limbs inward like a beetle. You exhale a breath and pull the lid closed with your fingertips, squashing your face between the iron-banded lid and a broken Varangian water clock.
At the same moment you hear the door open. Muffled voices speak back and forth in a tone of surprise, then confusion.
You hold in place. You feel footsteps approaching you.
AWARENESS: DIFFICULT
CHECK PASSED
The voices are close now, like they're standing right above you. They're muffled, but you can make out the words. The voices sound... familiar?
???: "Ah, shit, it looks like she took the sword. What are we going to do now?"
????: "Dunno. I guess we report back? Seems like she's made a mess of the place. Should I..."
???: "Nah, don't worry about that, leave it to Tanner to sort out. Miserable old git."
????: "Shouldn't we look for her? Just so we can report back that we know what's going on."
??? "What good will that do? Nah, she'll be off somewhere talking to her toes or something."
HAWK SWORD: What? You don't talk to your toes, you talk to your fingers. Are you going to take this nonsense, my lady?
[ ] Open the chest and confront the slanderers.
[ ] Remain hidden.