The Shop

>Put on some shades as you say, "No big deal, just doing my job."

Respond with the tiniest doot

Yes, do this

Respond with the tiniest doot

Double toot doot

>Not without cost. What exactly that cost is/was, no idea. But it's probably going to come up later. Hopefully we never have to perform a doot like that one for some time.

Sophie:
"...I'm sorry? Doot?"

> Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. How would u know

>Put on some shades as you say, "No big deal, just doing my job."

Sophie:
"You certainly have an odd way of expressing yourself.
If I'm interpreting these doots correctly however, it seems I have you to thank."

"So on behalf of the village..."
Thank you."

Sophie bows her head, then rises.
She draws a letter from her pocket.



Sophie:
"Would I be able to trouble you for a small favor?
Could you deliver this letter to your employer? Inside is a request to repair the town."

Below you can see the villagers emerging from the sanctuary as they return to their homes.

Sure thing.

Will we ever meet Marie, tho?

"Sure, for that badass helmet I'll be your delivery doot."

>Put your request in the form of a limerick, then we'll do it.

> k

>I guess, I do already have cleaning on my list of jobs

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>I guess, I do already have cleaning on my list of jobs

"Sure, for that badass helmet I'll be your delivery doot."

Sophie:
"This old thing? I mean I don't see why not..."

Sophie's Helmet has been added to your inventory.
Sophie's Letter has been added to your inventory.

Will we ever meet Marie, tho?

Sophie:
"..."



"I was just on my way to see her actually.
This way."


Sophie leads you around the castle walls, behind which lies the Royal Garden.
In the middle of all the foliage and greenery is a lone grave.



Sophie:
"Hey Sis. The usual letter came today."

>A very brief glimmer of humanity shines through, try and give some condolences.

>gently place the blessed saxophone upon her grave, give your condolences to Sophie. "Sophie we are so sorry, we can't control ourselves. I've been pushed back into this metal cage that I can't even rise for air, only for a quick second to say there's humanity in this metal tin can, but it's covered by doots."

WOw OK that got sad fast.

>what typeandkey said

>A very brief glimmer of humanity shines through, try and give some condolences.

>what typeandkey said

Thirded!!!!!

> Give her sis your best careless whisper

You could use some friends for a change.

You could use some friends for a change.

i'm smiling so widely rn

You could use some friends for a change.

i'm smiling so widely rn

I'm glad you picked up on it

>A very brief glimmer of humanity shines through, try and give some condolences.

>gently place the blessed saxophone upon her grave, give your condolences to Sophie. "Sophie we are so sorry, we can't control ourselves. I've been pushed back into this metal cage that I can't even rise for air, only for a quick second to say there's humanity in this metal tin can, but it's covered by doots."

You offer your condolences, as well as one of your instruments as an offering.



Sophie:
"Um... thank you? Sorry, is it weird delivering to the dead?

"They'd been doing it for so long before and well... I guess it's hard to let go, you know?"

> Give her sis your best careless whisper

You give your best Careless Whisper.



Sophie:
"Thank you."


It might be best to give her some time alone.

Let's go. Our work here is done.

Let's go. Our work here is done.

>A job well done. Let's go back to base for our next assignment.

> Let's leave. It's for the best we get our distance.

> Let's leave. It's for the best we get our distance.

>A job well done. Let's go back to base for our next assignment.

As you head back, you pass by the ruined villa square.



Villager:
"Damn, look at this mess. Just what was that Gatekeep doing?"


...


You carry on, finding the door to the Shop right where you left it.
You enter.



Shopkeep:
"Welcome back. How was your trip?"

>Put all your anguish and suffering into one doot

>Not to brag or anything, but I think those villagers are going to name a holiday after us.

>Say, would you like another saxophone solo?