03/25/21 Snippet, PIGEON.

Getting towards the end! If I didn’t have school, other stuff, and naps to consider, we’d be there already.

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Gloria suggested we put Bub near one door, in case Bucko decided to run with the rest and we couldn’t get to him in time. I went along with it, because I didn’t have a better idea. At least we were geared up:  the smoke bomb I had tossed together was safe in my satchel, since you don’t take those out until you’re ready to use them. I also had a long silver-coated dwarvinum needle up one coat sleeve, for the exact same reason. That and her highly-motivating threats were the two things Sal had given me to help with this caper, and I still wasn’t sure which of the two items were more necessary for said caper to succeed.

As we were getting ready, Gloria started to swear. “What’s the problem?” I asked as I kept an eye on Bucko. “He got reinforcements?” I figured they’d be humanoid, since nobody was screaming yet.

“Worse,” replied Gloria. “The werewolf’s target is coming down the stairs. We’re gonna have to move fast, before Bucko notices.”

“Hrm.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off of Bucko; he was drinking away, nice and steady, just like one of those jovial h-words from the sagas. “He hasn’t, yet.”

“I paid the bartender to swap out his gin with gnome ghost chili liquor.” Gloria looked a little smug at that. “He’ll be lucky to smell the fires of the Five Hells, once we send him there. But he’ll look up at some point.”