Originally Posted by
Thanqol
For a moment, hidden in amidst the cardboard silhouettes of muscle men, and ensconced above the home of a dozen dainty mice princesses who respectfully keep their giggling and yoo-hoos to a minimum, you see the iron boots of the Huntsmen pass you by.
"All right, all right," said Mercia. "I get your point. It was hasty."
"The least you could have done was spook the Pilgrim a bit," said Longarms. "He might have revealed a trick or two."
"Still," said Mercia. "I wasn't expecting him to sell his name. Who does that?"
"Well, do we buy it, or what?"
"Buy - his name?"
"Yeah. I mean, it's on the Market."
"What could we do with it? He's obviously not attached to it, and his Fetch is a monster."
"Mercia," said Longarms throwing his arm around the Flower Knight's shoulders. "I would say that is the point."
And then they move on ahead, and into the commotion of the market, and you pass from each others' trails. Where do you go now?