[thirty-fourth quest | elegante (take two) | action/audio]

[teethofneedles]

[Karis has gone exploring again, for lack of anything better to do. She's getting tired of simply boozing herself up everyday, believe it or not. She sulkily kicks her way through the field of flowers, making sure that she's leaving a nice trail of torn up plants and dirt. She comes to a quick stop with a start as she finds herself facing an open

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[thenotmagician]

Not that bad where?

[teethofneedles]

In this grave.

[Snerk.]

Never thought I'd say that...

[thenotmagician]

Th'heck're you doin' in the graves?

[teethofneedles]

Sitting. Thinking.

[thenotmagician]

Y'know the people who sit around in th'graves kinda get stuck in them, right?

[teethofneedles]

Doesn't sound bad.

[thenotmagician]

Maybe not now.

[teethofneedles]

What makes you say that?

[thenotmagician]

Apparently, y'never wanna leave. Which prolly can't be a good thing.

[teethofneedles]

Who cares?

[thenotmagician]

I cares. Don't want you sittin' at the bottom of some hole with your name on it th'rest of the trip.

[Or at least until she starves to death. If zombies can starve to death]

[teethofneedles]

Pffft. It's nice down here.

[thenotmagician]

That's what it wants ya t'think. S'a conspiracy, Karis. Evil ditches.

[teethofneedles]

Meh. Evil schmivil.

[thenotmagician]

I'm gonna give you twenty-four hours, and if you're still stuck in that hole, I'm comin' ta get ya, got it?

[teethofneedles]

Whatever you say.