[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=red][b]Merge Rate:[/b][/color] 21% [/h3][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Location[/color]: Frozen Highlands - Snowdin ~ Grillby's [/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b]Level 8[/b][/color] - (68/80) + 1 [/center]

[center]Word Counter: 620 [/center]
[@Lugubrious][@darkred]
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Linkle nodded along as the fire man explained about the villages local customs, giving the box another once over as he did. She would have to open it first then. A box like this would be no trouble for a god to open, but a person would only have a useless box when they brought it home unless they set it down on some loose money. She hoped the local currency was as compatible with it as Michael's green money. 

Much more importantly, there [i]was[/i] a man in black haunting this quaint little town. "I knew it." She said to herself as the bartender described how he came in to sit a spell every now and then. That seemed like odd behavior, but then again maybe he was waiting for them to reach this part of the world. She wondered if the pretty man in black that had taken her from the Dead Zone had bothered to tell his colleague about what he had done or if he had left it as a surprise. Either way all she had to do was find him the next time he came into town and then see what he knew. It had to be something. After all, from her experience they always seemed to know something. "Thanks' a lot, Mister." She said to the bartender.

Linkle looked down at the metal shards the other traveler, who had turned out to be an out-of-towner like her, with a hint of guilt over having nothing to offer the bartender but thanks for the information he had given her. Maybe she should have put that collapsed chest on the sled and dragged it all the way here if they were willing to accept weird metals as payment. She would have to give the bartender one of the gifts out of the lootbox once she managed to open it. His answer to the other girl was short and must have been disappointing. He was able to tell her where she was, but not the how or why of her being there.

"I know how." She added to the end of the Bartenders explanation. Turning to the girl, she offered freely. "Do you remember a bright light? That's how you ended up here. It carved up your world and added it to this one, along with everybody elses. We're a big old world soup now. Me and my friends were after the one responsible...when..."

She hesitated as she was interrupted by the growing rumble. As the dark shadow passed overhead, as the loud thump of footsteps made their way across the room, she looked back and forth from the source of the noise to Grillby as though to ask if this was normal. At least before whoever it was began pounding on the door yelling for someone unknown person to come out. That he knew what they were.

[color=ed1c24]I tried to warn you.[/color]

"Shut up." She said under her breath.

[color=ed1c24]You didn't listen, idiot.[/color]

No, no, the voice was calming down. That was a good sign. If this got bloody then it ended in death, there was no question about that. All fights in the Word of Light ended in death unless you saved the people involved. She looked around again. None of the regulars patrons seemed all that eager to answer the door. Linkle took a deep breath. Well, at least if he sucker punched her she wouldn't be force to fight him. "Hold that thought." She said to her fellow traveler as she strode up to the door and opened it a crack to see who it was outside. "I don't think anybody wants to fight, mister. Anything I could do to help?"