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Day 36, Tuesday
Chastity woke up in a strange bed. She'd had sex - she could taste
semen and smell shit. She was leaking from her vagina, arse, and tits.
Her hair was matted with.... She didn't want to think about it.
Her right wrist and left ankle were tied to the bed with gecko wrap.
Her other wrist and ankle had been tied - they were sore and abraded.
Chastity worked the gecko wrap, picking at it with a fingernail. She
figured out which way to curl it. It came apart.
"Ha."
Chastity gathered clothes. At least they were hers - panties, bra,
club clothes, stripper shoes.... a down vest and a knit hat. Where was
her purse? She found her SWID on the desk by the telephone. It had
been run through a card reader. There was a receipt.
Outcall services. There were codes on the receipt. Chastity needed her
specs to interpret the codes.
She found test strips in the trash, and condoms.
Transfer condoms.
Chastity counted test strips. Four. Two tested positive for motility.
Two were clean.
Three transfer condoms. They smelled of shit. Chastity dropped them
back into the trash.
She found a China East cash card, probably spent, useless without a
PIN or biometrics. She also found a receipt for the room. Dewdrop Inn.
Juan Venado.
Good. She didn't have to face the troll at the front desk - didn't
have to check out. She could just leave.
She found her purse in the washroom. Three more test strips, a real
condom.
One of the test strips was positive for warts. This test strip was
anchored by a used condom.
She'd had her shots for warts back in high school. Did she need a
booster shot? Chastity attempted to query her glasses. She wasn't
wearing them - didn't know where they were.
Chastity sat on the toilet and peed. The shower stall was wet. Towels
on the floor. She turned the water on in the shower. When it was the
temperature she liked, she stepped in.
She used the motel's complimentary soap, shampoo, and conditioner.
Brennan's scent. The motel used the same shampoo and soap that Brennan
had demanded years ago.
Did that soap remind him of good times at the Dewdrop?
After a quick shower, Chastity dripped dry on the tiles. She wasn't
going to use the towels on the floor. She dried her hair using the
hair dryer on the wall.
And found her glasses - powered down. A pair of crisp thousand-dollar
bills lay under her glasses.
She took the money and oooted up her specs. She checked its memory of
events last night.
Walking around outside on a dark sidewalk.
Then nothing.
Her Mem2 was similarly blank.
"Small favors," she said. At least she wouldn't suffer through endless
replays of it.
After getting dressed, she checked the motel room. She opened all the
drawers, checked under the bed. She checked the closet and the safe.
Seismic. She'd found all her possessions, wasn't leaving anything in
this room but her memories of it.
She left the key for the room in the drop box. Room 13.
It was a little after three in the morning. The evening had been warm.
The early morning was not. There was frost on the ground. Chastity's
breath fogged. She was glad for the knit hat. She was less thankful
for the club clothes and unheated shoes.
At least the air was still, with not a flobber of wind. It didn't take
as long to walk home from the gravel parking lot. She was used to
walking in heels now - and inspired to walk quickly to get home and
out of the cold.
She slipped once on an icy patch of sidewalk but caught herself on
somebody's car.
The car alarm sounded. Chastity pulled at the hem of her skirt and
walked on.
Two blocks from Joi's house, Chastity saw movement between two trash
cans set out by the curb. A dog? No. It had blond hair. "Reginald,"
she said. "Stop hiding from moonbeams."
The boy came out and looked at her. "Mom?"
"You know me as Debbie."
"You look pretty."
"You look cold. Where is home, Reggie?"
"Don't call me Reggie."
"Reginald."
He took her by the hand and showed her. His hands were icy. They
walked down Zamia, one street over from the street that Chastity had
grown up on. Mrs. McCarthy lived on this street. Across the street and
over from Mrs. Mac's house was a small house with a truck in the
driveway. Gun rack in the truck. The truck looked familiar. She'd seen
it around. Not a surprise if it was the neighbor's. There was also a
boat, an ATV, and two off-road bikes.
Reginald led her to an open window in the basement.
"Nah. We're ringing the doorbell, kid."
"Am I in trouble?"
"You will be if you keep going outside in the freezing weather.
Frostbite is no joke, Reginald."
Chastity rang the bell. She waited. Rang it again. Waited. Leaned on
it.
The lights came on. The door opened a crack. It was secured with a
chain.
A sleepy-looking girl peered out with one eye. She looked at Chastity,
then looked down at Reginald. "Oh, shit." She shut the door, undid the
chain and opened the door.
A blast of warm air came out of the house. "Reggie, how did you get
out of the house?" She looked at that gawky age of puberty. Somewhere
between age nine and fourteen. She was dressed in a Meat Saw concert
tee and gym shorts.
Reggie shrugged. "I dunno."
Chastity answered. "Probably through the window in the basement. It's
open."
Reginald looked up at Chastity defiantly. He was angry.
"Child, you're going to get run over by a drunk this time of night. Or
eaten by coyotes. There are real actual wild coyotes in town. I've
seen them."
"I'm never buying New Arizona tea from you again." He balled up his
fists.
"Right. I don't know why you spend your money. Stop by the cart and
ask for a sample. It's free."
Reginald narrowed his eyes. He knew there was something wrong with
this conversation but he didn't know what.
"Thank you," the girl said. She drew Reginald into the house and shut
the door.
********
Chastity cut through Mrs. McCarthy's yard to get to Joi's house. After
years of that woman cutting through Linda's yard, it felt nice to cut
through Mrs. Mac's yard.
Justice.
Chastity let herself into Joi's house. She was grateful that she still
had her purse and the key inside.
Joi stood in the doorway to her privacy bedroom, arms crossed. "Out
for a walk?"
"Blackout," Chastity said. She dropped her purse on the couch. "I woke
at the Dewdrop. Had sex. I don't remember any of it."
Joi looked concerned and then skeptical. "How can you not remember?"
Chastity fixed herself a coffee, a double-double. She sat, cradling
the cup. "Fuck, it's cold outside."
"Are you okay?" Joi sat next to Chastity.
"No, I'm not. Blackouts scare me. One of the strips tested positive
for warts."
"You can remember that but you don't remember the sex?"
"You ever get blackouts?" Chastity snapped.
Joi shook her head.
"I used to get them weekly. They tested me for epilepsy. No
explanations. I just come-to in a strange place, often in bizarre
situations or clothes. You learn things if life fucks with you like
this. You check your pockets ... your purse, to make sure you haven't
shoplifted anything. Cops don't care if it was accidental shoplifting.
If you wake up tied to the bed at the Dewdrop, you check the trash.
See what little clues you can find about the missing time. Do you know
someone named Juan Venado?"
Joi got up. She pulled a frypan down from the cupboard. Chastity felt
a pang of annoyance. She needed a step-stool to get that same frypan
down.
Joi said, "Juan Venado is the John Doe of the Hispanic community."
"Just fucking tenesmic. I need more test strips. Can you make condoms
for me, please?" Chastity tapped her specs. "House, can you show me
what time I left the house, what I did before I left?"
At 1:12 a.m., Anabelle emerged from Joi's privacy bedroom naked,
carrying only a toothbrush. She brushed her teeth at the kitchen sink,
went upstairs, picked out clothes, and left. She turned right at the
sidewalk, walking towards town.
Joi said, "That was my toothbrush. You dropped it on the floor."
"Sorry?"
"Not a kiss good-bye, not a word, not boo."
"I ignored the baby, too. Look, he's awake and watching me."
"Yuh. He didn't take that well. Screaming your name. He tipped the
crib over trying to climb out."
Chastity sighed. "Where is he?"
"In bed with Jazz."
"I wish sorry would fix it. I'm ... not me when I'm out. People tell
me I'm rude, combative. Or else weepy and pliant."
"You should see the brain doc." Joi put plates down for both of them.
Sausage and egg burritos.
"I've seen plenty brain docs. They put it down to sleepwalking, except
that some of these blackouts happen in daylight." Chastity checked the
label on the Chubasco sauce.
A Typhoon of Flavor! With Garlic!
She set it aside, ate the burrito plain. "Mom used to give me
supplements. They helped. Twice a year instead of twice a week. I'll
have to ask her about it."
********
Linda said, "Garlic."
"That's what stopped the sleepwalking?"
"Ayuh. That's why I was so surprised when you cut garlic from your
diet."
"The baby gets colicky."
Linda shrugged.
Chastity said, "Maybe just a little garlic?"
Linda said, "What's the worst can happen?"
"I spend all night walking the carpet."
********
Jazz arrived with a car full of manure and rotted hay.
"Ew," Chastity said, as she helped carry open feed bags that had been
repurposed for mulch or manure. "I'm going to ruin these clothes."
"Princess." Jazz dumped bags of manure, old hay, wood chips and glass
cullet. She mixed it together by hand, and with a garden trowel. When
she had a mound that looked like a flattened boob, she boxed it in
with cinderblocks. Then it was ready for her beasts. Jazz pulled six
propagules out of her car. "Two of each sex," she said. "Male, female,
and planter." She kissed each one of them. They kissed back.
"How do you tell the difference?"
"The girls have a more colorful tulip. In UV it really lights up.
Suckers at the top, claws at the bottom. Males are all claw, smaller
tulips. They're sly. They kiss you and grab your hair to pull you in
for more kisses. Planters are mean. Claws on top, suckers on bottom.
They nearly never retract their claws. But they give the best kisses."
"They all look alike to me."
"Cluster them just so. If they're clustered harmoniously, they thrive.
If you just throw them together they compete. Planting before winter
is chancy. Manure for warmth and bugs. Sweeten the muck from time to
time with kitchen waste. Stinky. You want flies and roaches. Coffee
grounds control the ants. Tea bags help, too. Not too many food scraps
or you'll get mice and birds." She tamped them in, gave and accepted
kisses and went to build another mound of shit and rotten grass.
"Handle them every day or they go feral. A feral kissing bush will
hurt you. It's just as friendly but not as thoughtful."
In less than an hour, each window was protected by baby monsters. The
monsters would take a while to grow and provide actual security. But
even if half of them died this winter, it would make the windows less
apt to collect peeping children.
Jazz stood back and admired her handiwork. "Why didn't you plant
cactus?"
"I don't want to hurt the little blighter. Just shoo him away a bit."
She nodded. "You have trouble with ground bees?"
"Yes." Chastity wore long pants and long sleeve when she mowed. Taped
up at the cuffs. Because of those hornets.
"They won't be a problem much longer. Kissing bushes just love bees.
Snap, snap. Gone."
********
Chastity saw Drake before she saw Reginald. They stood in line,
dressed alike like father and son, and waited their turn.
"Hi, I'm Debbie," Chastity said to Drake. "What can I get you?"
"Is this the one?" Drake asked Reginald. Drake glanced up to explain.
"Sorry. We've been to six Debbie carts this morning."
Reginald stayed quiet for a moment. "Can I have a sample cup?"
"New Arizona tea, from Mars?" Chastity asked.
Reginald nodded.
Chastity set him up. "Here you are, Reginald." She spoke to Drake.
"Lemongrass coffee is on sale today. Would you like a sample cup?"
"Are you the Debbie who brought my son home last night?"
Chastity nodded.
"Thank you. Reggie?"
"I'm sorry for looking in your window."
Chastity grunted. She knew how sorry he was. She said, "I planted
monsters in front of that window. You be careful or they'll bite."
"Monsters?"
Chastity smiled. She spoke to Drake. "Kissing bushes. Harmless but
scary. They have thorns, though."
Reginald asked, "Can I see the monsters?"
"If your dad says it's okay." To Drake, she said, "I didn't know you
had a son."
"Do I know you?"
Chastity smiled. "We've met."
"At the club?"
Chastity nodded.
Reginald tugged on his dad's pants. "You-get-to-look-at-her-why-can't-
I?"
"It's not the same, Reginald." Drake said. "When you're older, you can
go clubs and look. But don't peek in windows. I don't do it. You
should not do it." He smiled at Chastity. "I'll try one of those
Blisterine things. Mom says they're worth a oncer." He dropped two
centurions on the counter. "Keep the change."
"Bicerin, not blisterine. Who is mom?" Chastity set him up.
"Eveline McCarthy." He looked down at Reginald, who was tugging on his
pants again. "Also a Martian tea, please."
"Small world." She handed it over the bicerin. Then she started on a
New Arizona tea. "If you want to show him the kissing bushes, they're
at Joi Tupper's house. Be nice, Reginald, they're still baby monsters.
But they give kisses."
Drake smiled. "You're Joi's sitter?"
"I am. The girl I met is your daughter?" She handed Reginald his tea.
"No, she's a sitter. I go through sitters and nannies, two a month."
He looked down. "Someone behaves badly."
"I want my mom."
Drake sighed. "His mom died. Car accident."
"She was drunk," Reginald said.
Drake winced. He saluted with his bicerin. "Have a Debbie day."
********
Chastity stopped by Sidewalk Chakra. She looked at herbal remedies and
supplements.
"Hi, Debbie. I'm Mary. What can I get for you?"
"What's a traditional novelty?" She nodded to the sign.
'A Spiritual Maker and Fab Store.
Traditional Novelties.'
Mary pulled down a pegboard game. "This is a pioneer game.
Traditional. But who makes them anymore? So it has become a novelty, a
traditional novelty. We have potions and notions. Art supplies,
tourist kitsch. Tea, cider, applesauce.... Everything you never knew
you wanted."
Chastity pulled down a box of beauty tea. Her specs had highlighted
it.
Mary said, "That's my favorite tea. It keeps me warm in the winter,
cool in the summer. It's full of vitamins E and G."
"Vitamin G." Chastity read the back matter on the box. Beauty was
related to the leek plant and the onion.
"The sales rep insists it's a proper vitamin. There's a vitamin K, why
not a vitamin G?"
"I used to take garlic supplements."
Mary said, "Garlic is good for sleep paralysis, night terrors. If you
take enough it keeps away fleas and mosquitos. But you have to take so
much garlic it will also shoo off the neighbors."
"The neighbors tell me I sleepwalk."
"Beauty can help in low doses. If you take too much it will make it
worse."
Chastity sniffed the box. It smelled of lavender and wild onion. "Low
doses?"
"One cup of tea at night. Maybe two, but you're a flyaway girl. Not
three, okay? Unless it's been a very stressful day."
"Will it give the baby colic? Garlic gives him colic, bad."
"Beauty helps colic, doesn't cause it."
"Right. Mary, level with me. Do these remedies work?"
Mary smiled. She launched into a practiced disclaimer and sales pitch.
"Some traditional remedies are indistinguishable in effect from
placebos, but that doesn't mean they have no value. They are not
medicines, although my grandmother called them that. I claim no
therapeutic benefits. The FDA would have my ass. These are traditional
foods that may bring comfort. They may bring you closer to your
ancestors. In harmony with the natural forces all around you. Of
course, they might just taste odd and make you pee pretty colors." She
smiled, pulling some tea down from the shelf. "For instance, I can
guarantee that this will make your urine turn neon yellow. Lots of
vitamin B."
"I can't keep sleepwalking. I have to care for a baby."
"See a doctor."
"Seen the doctors. I'll try beauty. And garlic." She pulled both down
from the shelf. "Maybe this will cancel that out." She weighed each in
her hands.
Mary rang her up. "Beauty is a traditional woman's tea. Aboriginal
Americans believed it made a woman more womanly. Thicker longer hair,
wider hips, bigger gitchie-gitchies. It calls the milk."
"Galactic. I'm going to be an F-cup."
"I don't think beauty will do that."
"I'm in the middle of a process. RhoBust?"
"Oh, well, yah. Maybe it will. Enjoy."
********
As Chastity bent to unlock her bike, she noticed the Ming's Flower
van. She heard a familiar voice. It was the driver of this van. She
was pretty sure he starred as the driver of this van in those e-zines,
too.
"Ms. Violage?" He had a bundle of flowers. It included a black rose.
Chastity sighed. She accepted the flowers. The note said:
"I'm watching you." It was signed, Felix.
Chastity shuddered and looked around in a panic. She tried to give the
flowers back to the florist.
He'd already driven off.
********
Chastity stuck the flowers in the mulch pile by the monsters. She
handled each tulip. Then, satisfied that they wouldn't claw her, she
knelt and kissed each one. She heard a motorcycle. It didn't sound
like Jazz or Joi. The motor was throaty.
Leathers, full helmet, mirrored visor. Probably male. He pushed up the
visor and removed all doubt. It was Clyde.
"Do you trust me?"
"Fuck no."
"Cakey's given me use of the lab again. No crazy cultists this time."
Chastity shook her head.
"I can erase the compulsions. Maybe. Make it easier to resist them,
for certain."
He could also make it worse. She sighed. "Let me change clothes."
"I'll be at your mom's house."
Chastity puzzled at that. Then she noticed that Roy's truck was in the
driveway. She said, "If they're upstairs doing the squeaky-iqui they
won't answer the doorbell."
"I don't think Linda's here. I don't see her car."
********
Chastity fed Drake and then changed clothes. When she let herself into
her mom's house, she found both men watching golf. A quick glance at
the game told her that the Shillelaghs were up 11-4. Jazz would be
upset right now. She had money on the Duffers.
Roy waved absently, yelling at the 3D set as the Shillies passed the
ball forward.
Clyde stood. He picked up his helmet and handed Chastity a matching
helmet. It smelled of perfume. Lemony - like the scents that
Chastity's mom preferred. Chastity pictured the bottle. It's name came
to her. Agent Orange.
Chastity smelled that scent on half the waitresses in town.
"What's she sell?" Chastity asked Clyde as she got on his bike.
"Eh?"
"Your girlfriend is a sales rep?"
"What makes you say that?"
"This perfume. It's full of pheromones and copulins. Favored by sales
reps and sex workers."
"She sells futures."
"Money, money, money." Chastity grabbed his waist. One hand went low
and tweaked Clyde's dick.
"I know you have wraiths," he said, "Remind them, please, that I'm
driving. Don't want to get in a wreck."
********
They met Jazz and Rafe in the parking lot. "Oh, hey, Bo, this is
Professor Alpheta." Jazz indicated the wolf bride. "She teaches self-
defense."
"Conflict Resolution." Rafe bowed briefly to Chastity. "We've met."
She zeroed in on Clyde. "And who is this gentleman?"
Chastity said, "He's my psych tech."
"Doctor?" Rafe asked.
"Intern at the Free Clinic," Clyde said. "I'm Clyde Toller." He went
to shake hands with Rafe.
She looked at Clyde's hand then looked at his face.
Clyde withdrew his hand awkwardly. "Professor Tudlo is letting me use
equipment at the lab."
"I've heard of some of the goings-on there."
Clyde nodded. "It made the news."
"Have a care, intern. The Cult has a long memory."
Clyde looked alarmed. "Are you Cult?"
Rafe laughed. She showed teeth when she did this. Then she sobered.
"No."
********
As Clyde was letting Chastity into the building he said, "Did you see
the teeth on her? Nothing good comes out of Shiok Labs."
"I'd kiss her."
"Get permission first. Super-soldiers are twitchy. Did you tell anyone
about...." He motioned around. "...our troubles?"
"Clyde, I have blackouts. I have no idea of what I do or say during my
absences."
He looked at her searchingly. "I'll try to fix those, too."
They started with association games again. Clyde seemed to accept that
Chastity could perform the games on autopilot. He chatted with
Chastity as they went along, explaining what the purpose of each test
was, and explaining what he was doing in her brain pan, and why.
Clyde checked and rechecked his instruments. "Why did they do it this
way? Holy limes, look at this crosstalk." He put away the viewer and
tried another machine. After a few tests, he said, "Your network is
hostile, tree and branch. Are you taking any psych meds?"
"Supplements."
"What supplements?"
"Garlic. Beauty."
He nodded. "It's working. I see normal activity in your RAS. It
displayed signs of seizure activity before. I saved the contents of
your Mem2. I'm going to put you out, reset all your wetware back to
factory presets."
********
Chastity came to awareness in a coffee shop. She was drinking Wild
Coffee. She felt a sexual rush. Well-lubricated. Her panties were wet,
and had been for some time. She was squishy down there. Semen? Breezes
were cold. She got a whiff of it in a pulse of heat.
No male scent. That was a refreshing change.
Maybe she should start wearing menstrual pads. She fidgeted.
Clyde said, "Which Princess do I have now?"
Chastity looked at him askance. "The everyday version. They let me
walk around in this meat suit while they ring all the bells and pull
strings."
Clyde nodded. "I am severely overmatched. Sorry."
"What happened to 'stunning, if I may brag?'"
"I think 'reasonably competent' is a better description. I have the
best shoulder-fired weapons available to modern psychiatry. Your
wraiths have orbital weapons and demonized coverage."
Chastity finished her coffee. She said, "Let's go." She picked up her
helmet.
"I did manage a few things. I cleared your quest log." He smiled.
"Looks like I missed out on some fun. They had twelve more events
planned for you and I. I redefined perfect girlfriend and nerfed all
your rules."
"Pardon if I delay thanking you." Chastity walked outside. "Where are
we?"
"Underground Fairview, six blocks from your home. Why are you fucking
my uncle?"
Chastity shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea." A coffee cup caught her
eye. She walked into a curio shop named Sexteria. "You found that in
my Mem2?"
"Your riders are chatty. They like to brag. Did you really kill four
war rats?"
Chastity handled the leather pouch around her neck. "They don't give
these teeth away." She bought the cup and put it in her bag.
'Greatest Of All Time
Fucker'
She also bought a bottle of perfume - Agent Orange. She bought a tube
of Pussy Cream to take the sting out of razor burn. She bought Ben Wa
balls. And a vibrator.
It was time to stop borrowing vibrators - except, ya know, for those
special occasions. Chastity smiled at that thought. This vibrator
looked like a tube of lipstick. She could keep it in her purse. It's
write-up bragged about this toy being an 11 on the Richter Scale. It
warned her not massage her scalp with it. Risk of concussion and
cumulative brain damage.
********
Roy liked the new scent. When she pointed out that it was the same
scent her mom wore, he said, "It smells different on you."
They had sex - a quickie because Chastity had to fix dinner and feed
the baby. Roy left the house at the same time she did. After a quick
kiss, they each went separate ways.
Chastity came home to agnolotti in brown sauce, prairie turnips,
little cookies called nocciolini di chivasso and Barbaresco wine. Joi
told her, "I was named for this wine." Joi was dressed like a Spofford
Wife - she even wore pearls. The baby was dressed in nice clothes,
too.
"Is it Michaelmas or something? Twelve days of Thanksgiving?"
"I made a nice meal. Eat it."
"Yes, my love. Should I change clothes?"
Joi shook her head. She pulled out a chair for Chastity.
Chastity fed Drake while she ate. He watched what she ate but didn't
grab for it. He seemed content with the breast.
"How was your day with the mad scientist?" Joi asked.
"Not productive. He claims to have made changes but I don't feel any
different."
"I pull a double shift tonight."
"As long as you're not pulling a train."
"Jealous?"
"A bit. You're having more sex than I am."
"Didn't know it was a contest."
"I met Jazz."
"She earned her green belt today. Then she won 27th place in the
tournament."
"Wish I'd been there to root for her."
"I yelled enough for three people." She rose and started washing
dishes. "Are you afraid I'm going to find another dick better than
yours?"
Chastity tried some wine. Smooth. Red.
"Aside from the double-ended one downstairs, and we can share that
one." She smiled. "It's the person, not the ride that's important. You
know that, right? Because men, most of them? Dicks with ears."
Chastity smiled. She held up her wine glass. "More, please."
********
After the baby went to sleep, Chastity logged on to PASsport.
The page with the IM attachment came up automatically. She swiped it
left, deleting the file.
Tension she hadn't known she was holding evaporated in an instant.
She watched the two Cookies trade data for a moment and then she spent
a few hours working at the brothel. She spent time in the windows,
took a few sapients upstairs, got bored with that and went out to the
bar to hunt down customers.
After four hours of this, she found Grizzlil and Max and went to raid
Level 3.
The dragon surprised Cookie by allowing them to pass. Someone -
Grizzlil or Max? - had paid the admittance fee, which was a public
session with the dragon at the dragon show upstairs. Neither of
Cookie's teammates would admit to the deed.
The monsters on Level 4 were much more difficult.
They had trouble with each room, and found a few traps the easy way.
But they were richer, to the tune of almost five thousand silver each
by the end of the night. Grizzlil had new armor and weapons, as did
Max. Cookie had boots of stealth and Dagitab's +3 nutting hook. It
looked like a sickle. It was intended to make quick work of bodies for
Ugmad's bag o' dicks and pussies. Cookie accumulated alignment damage
each time she used it as intended.
Dagitab's hook did amazing damage with any successful backstab - as
long as the target was not too heavily armored or - if armored - was
wearing a skirt of armor. It could be used to call lightning. It also
came with a choice of quests, neither of which Cookie had agreed to.
Yet.
A new quest! Baptise the Hook. Desex a paladin while he or she is
actively praying to his/her deity.
-or-
A new quest! Unmake the Hook. Burn the sacred grove in the Moon Thorn
Mountains that provided wind-fall fuel for the forge that made
Dagitab's Nutting Hook. Unmake the hook at the same foundry. Then
destroy the forge. Optional: Remake the hook into another magic device
or weapon before destroying the magical forge.
Grizzlil had pointed out that accepting either quest would turn an
entire class of player and NPCs into hired assassins - targeting the
quaestor and her party. Plus, you know, curses. On a world where
deities still walked and occasionally answered prayers ... unneeded
risk.
Max's advice? Sell Doggy Tub's Nutting Hook to Ugmad.
Ugmad wouldn't buy the hook unless the party accepted and then
finished the quest to make a delivery to Hamog and Yamog.
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