>>37141841
>>"I do have this Darcsen doll made of underwear. Those are lucky, right?"

>>37141841
>>"I do have this Darcsen doll made of underwear. Those are lucky, right?"

They aren't actually made of underwear, right?

>>37141841
>"I do have this Darcsen doll made of underwear. Those are lucky, right?"

>>37141841
>"I do have this Darcsen doll made of underwear. Those are lucky, right?"

>>37141923
This particular one was. At least that's what we were told when it was given to us.

>>37141841
>>"I do have this Darcsen doll made of underwear. Those are lucky, right?"

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>>37141841
I was waiting for this...

>>37141998
You know Nestie was probably just fucking with us, right?

>>37142307
Possibly, but was it too subtle for our man Renard?

Hold on a minute, I'm getting a connection error for some reason.

>>37142569
So am I.

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>>37141841
"I do have this Darcsen doll made of underwear." You take Ernestine's doll out of your coat. Fortunately, it wasn't damaged when you were shot. "Those are lucky."

Nina stares at you. Then at the doll. Then at you. Then at the doll again. Then she just stares off into space.

"Hold that thought." She turns to Vanessa, who's currently keep watching. "Hey, Vanessa, are Darcsen dolls usually made from underwear?"

Vanessa jumps up so high it's a miracle she didn't throw herself off the boat. She turns around, her face blushing bright red.

"Nonononono," Vanessa says. "I mean, they're made from scrap clothes, but they're not usually made from underwear."

"I guess that makes the boss a deviant." Nina sighs. "Well, you're in perfect health, so I can let this slide for once. Just don't push your perverted Darcsen luck doll too far."

"Your medical opinion is duly noted," you say.

You finish getting dressed and take up Karl's position at the wheel. Off in the distance, you can finally see the town of Teschelbero, still standing strong. It even seems that the port was reinforced with gun positions and there are a few boats patrolling the area. One of them sails past you, but it turns away once it gets close enough to spot your uniforms. It seems Major Lenier is expecting your return.

You sail the ship into the port and a few militiamen come up to the docks to help you settle in.

"Welcome back, Lieutenant de Velde," one the private says. "Major Lenier has been expecting you."

"Thanks for the welcome, private." You dismiss him and beckon your team off the boat.

>"The major will want to debrief us. Let's go."
>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should go back to the watchtower."
>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."

>>37142602
>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."

>>37142602
>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."

Been a while since we've given them a break.

>>37142602
>The major will want to debrief us. Let's go.

>>37142602
>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."

>>37142602
>>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."
let them relax they earned it

>>37142602
>>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."

You know, I wonder if Maximillian was a quest character all along. It was pretty weird to hear him calling his own person by "We". Doesn't explain why he got the idiot ball dropped on him, though.

>>37142761
That's a royal "we"

>>37142948
I never knew about that! Very interesting.

>>37142602
>>"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing. The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."
Mind as well give them a break

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>>37142602
"I'm going to visit the major for a debriefing," you say. "The rest of you should enjoy the city for now."

"With pleasure," Jetje says. "Although the city does seem a little… empty compared to when we left."

"It looks like the regulars were replaced with militia," Karl says. "I'm guessing we'll be redeploying soon."

"Makes sense," Jetje says. "We got rid of the major Imperial in the area, so they won't be able to attack again soon, but the line farther south has been on shaky ground for a while. It was just a matter of time until we were sent out to the front lines."

"All the more reason to enjoy our time off while we can," you say. "Meet me at the headquarters in about an hour."

Your team splits off to get changed and have a look around the city while you head straight for the headquarters. There are half a dozen military trucks parked outside, all of them loaded with crates. You slip around them and enter the building. Major Lenier spots you immediately and grins like a madman.

"Welcome back, de Velde," he says as he pats your shoulder. "I trust everything went well?"

"Exactly as planned, sir."

"Good," the major says. "The Imperials in northern Gallia have been timid for the last few days. Their attacks lessened and they even pulled back a little. I'm guessing losing one of their telegraph junctures spooked them."

"It couldn't have taken them more than a day or two to find a workaround, but they must be worried that there might be another attack," you say. "Until they've cleared all their telegraph stations, they'll be less aggressive."

"That's probably it." The major nods. "Let's go over the details."

>(1/2)

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>>37143444
You describe the events of your mission and hand over all the documents were able to recover. The major nods to indicate he's paying attention, but he doesn't interrupt. Only when your report is over does he speak.

"That's good enough," he says. "Right now, we're leaving the defense of Teschelbero to the militia and moving the regiment south to Ghirlandaio. Things there have been… complicated. The Royal Gallian Cavalry went out to push the Imperials back, but they were completely wiped out. In light of their consistent failures on every front, there's a rumour that General Dumas will be asked to retire and that the cavalry's resources will be reallocated to the development of tanks. We need to hold Ghirlandaio until the Randgriz comes up with a plan."

"I'm guessing it's a little more complicated than that, sir."

"It is, but you don't need to worry about that right now," the major says. "Since this next deployment will last a while, I've given the regulars some time off at the local hot springs. Most of our troops have already had their turn, so it's just you and DuLac's squad left. Enjoy yourself while it lasts."

"Thank you, sir," you say. "I'll inform my people right away."

You salute the major and leave the headquarters to wait for your team. They've already arrived, now dressed in clean uniforms, and are chatting a little bit away from the trucks.

"Welcome back, Renard," Vanessa says. "How was the briefing?"

>"Same as always. The major gave us our next mission. I'm afraid it's quite urgent."
>"Our vacation was extended. Do you all have swimsuits?"

>>37143472
>>"Our vacation was extended. Do you all have swimsuits?"

>>37143472
>"Our vacation was extended. Do you all have swimsuits?"

>>37143472
>>"Same as always. The major gave us our next mission. I'm afraid it's quite urgent."
>>"Our vacation was extended. Do you all have swimsuits?"
whynotboth.jpg

>>37143570
>"Same as always. The major gave us our next mission. I'm afraid it's quite urgent."
>"Our vacation was extended. Do you all have swimsuits?"

Good idea.

>>37143570

>>"Same as always. The major gave us our next mission. I'm afraid it's quite urgent."
>>"Our vacation was extended. Do you all have swimsuits?"
I like this.

>>37143472
>"Same as always. The major gave us our next mission. I'm afraid it's quite urgent."

>>37143472
"Same as always. The major gave us our next mission. I'm afraid it's quite urgent."

The whole team winces at your announcement, although they do their best to accept it stoically.

"How bad is it?" Jetje asks.

"In all likelihood, the Royal Gallian Cavalry will be disbanded for its failures and the army will be asked to pick up the slack," you say. "We'll need to reinforce Ghirlandaio until the situation is sorted out."

"So it's fine if we die while the generals struggle to save their careers?" Nina sighs. "I should have known it would turn out like this.

"It's not so bad," you say. "As a reward, our team was given a few days at the local hot springs. I hope you all have swimsuits!"

Aside from Nina, who clenches her fist and glares at you for messing with her, the whole team beams at the news.

"Even if all I have is the military swimsuit, I don't mind," Vanessa says. "I always wanted to go to those hot springs!"

"Right then!" You say. "Let's get moving, people!"

Most of your things were already back, so you only need to drop by the watchtower to pick them. The militia has already taken over, so you have nothing else to take care of. After that, you walk across town to the hot spring resort located in the mountains. It's quite a walk, but it's nothing compared to the army's physical training and it helps you work up a sweat.

>(1/2)

>>37144274
As you arrive, the first thing you notice are Captain DuLac's subordinates, who are walking around the resort in their casual clothes. A few of them wave at your team as you pass by.

The resort's hostess is waiting for you at the front door.

"Welcome, Lieutenant de Velde," she says with a smile. "We were just expecting you."

"Thank you for your hospitality, madam," you say. "Do you have some place where we can store our luggage?"

"Of course," she says. "Please, follow me."

Thanks to the war and the sheer size of the place, you all managed to get private rooms. You set your luggage down and change into your casual clothes, making sure to grab your swimsuit.

"We have gender-segregated pools, group pools and public pools at your disposal," she says. "The group pools are private if you would prefer to stay with your own subordinates, but the public pools are open to all guests. I believe several of your comrades are there already."

>"Show me to the gender-segregated pools."
>"I'd like to reserve a private pool for my team."
>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."

>>37144297
>>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."
Even if I don't want to associate with DuLac, this is still the best choice.

>>37144297
>>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."
Time for public bath shenanigans.

>>37144297
>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."

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>>37144297
>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."

If Nestie is there...

>>37144297
>>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."

>>37144297
>"Show me to the public pools, please. I'd prefer to socialize."

>>37144297
"Show me to the public pools, please," you say. "I'd prefer to socialize."

"Of course, sir," the hostess says. "Please follow me."

You meet up with the rest of your team on your way there and they simply follow you. Vanessa in particular is looking around the place excitedly - Darcsen usually aren't allowed in here.

"You don't have to follow me around, you know," you say.

"It wouldn't be the same without you," Karl says. "Besides, meeting other regulars is always a good idea. You never know when you'll be fighting together."

"Morning, afternoon and evening, most likely," Nina grumbles. "Although I get what you're saying. If someone needs medical care, I can't waste time looking up their unit number."

The hostess brings you to the public pools, which are actually a number of small pools clustered together in an open space. It must be easier to keep it heated that way. It seems quite a few of Captain DuLac's subordinates are here, including the captain herself. And her boyfriend/slave/adjutant/whatever the poor kid's job is.

"Renard!" She waves you over. "Come in, come in! No need for professional decorum in this situation."

"Thanks, I'll take you up on your offer."

You all head over to Elsa's pool and sleep in. The water immediately warms you up and you can't help but relax and sigh pleasantly.

"I needed this," you say.

"So did I," Jetje says. "There's nothing like a hot bath after a hard day's work. Or week's work, in our case."

"I really could get used to this," Karl says.

For their part, Nina simply leans back and closes her eyes, while Vanessa looks around the other pools and up at the sky, taking in the sights.

"How was your mission?" Elsa asks. "I'm assuming it went well since you survived."

>"As well as can be expected."
>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"
>"Went in, killed a few Imperials, the usual. Is Ernestine around? I need to thank her for something?"

>>37144963
As well as can be expected.

>>37144963
>>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"

>>37144963
>>"Went in, killed a few Imperials, the usual. Is Ernestine around? I need to thank her for something?"

>>37144963
>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"
>"Went in, killed a few Imperials, the usual. Is Ernestine around? I need to thank her for something?"

>>37144963
>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"

>>37144963
>>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"

Given that it's war and that bullet-in-the-lung is our first "severe" injury, why not?

>>37144963
>"Went in, killed a few Imperials, the usual. Is Ernestine around? I need to thank her for something?"

>>37144963
>>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"
were a sniper we shouldn't get shot at if we do our job right.

>>37144963
>"Went in, killed a few Imperials, the usual. Is Ernestine around? I need to thank her for something?"

We really have to know if she really used underwear.

>>37144963
>>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"

>>37145113
>>37145063
>>37145013
>>37145007

Ya'll just wanna know if Ernestine is tsundere for Renard.

>>37144963
>"There were a few… difficulties. Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"

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>>37144963
"There were a few… difficulties," you say. "Just out of curiosity, have you ever been wounded in combat?"

Elsa raises an eyebrow and Jetje and Karl suddenly look significantly less comfortable with the conversation. Nina just kicks you in the shins.

"Never happened," Elsa says. "Then again, fencers aren't easily wounded in the first place. For a sniper like you… I can't really give you any advice."

"It's fine, it was my own fault for getting caught anyway," you say. "It has to happen eventually."

"It wouldn't be war if people never got wounded," Elsa says. "As long as you don't let it get to you, it should be fine."

"I'm not having nightmares about it," you say. "And I've killed Imperials more often than they've wounded me, so I'm still ahead."

"You should still be careful," Jetje says. "Soldiers can't just rely on luck."

"Right, luck. That reminds me." You turn towards Elsa. "Is Ernestine around? There's something I need to talk to her about."

"She's lounging over in the back." Elsa points you towards a chair at the back of the pool, where Ernestine is indeed sleeping face-down on a chair.

>This can wait until later.
>Ambush!
>Go thank her for the good luck charm.

>>37145654
Thank her for the good luck charm.

>>37145654
>>Go thank her for the good luck charm.

Stop by a bar or something and grab a pair of drinks, alcoholic if available.

>>37145654
>Go thank her for the good luck charm.

>>37145654
>>Ambush!

>>37145654
>Ambush!
He who strikes first earnest the lion's share!

>>37145654
>Ambush!

>>37145654
>>Ambush!
>>Go thank her for the good luck charm.
Sliding a finger down her back should be a quick way to wake her up.

>>37145741
Well that's one hell of a slip. I wish I could blame that on autocorrect.

>>37145654
>This can wait until later.

Eh, let's talk to some other people.

>>37145654
>Ambush!

>>37145771
Freudian slip best slip.

>>37145654
>>Ambush!

>>37145654
>>Go thank her for the good luck charm.

>>37145654
>>Ambush!
pour some cold milk on her

>>37145867
dude we are in a war we can not waste shit like that

>>37145921
you don't know how much most militaries waste, especially when soldiers are on R&R

>>37145949
this is pretty much WW1 their is nearly nothing to waste

Don't mind thanking her but acting like a juvenile just seems out of place. I'd quite like Renard to retain some semblance of decorum and not become knows as 'that pranking 1st LT.

>>37145654
You crack your fingers. It's time for a good old-fashioned sniper ambush.

"If you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

You carefully climb out of the pull with the same slow, calculated motions you use to navigate forests. Elsa, her boytoy, Karl and Jetje just watch you go.

Keeping to a crouched position, with the occasional crawling, you move towards Ernestine's chair. She hasn't reacted to you yet, but you can't afford to let your guard down. As much as you hate to admit it, your overconfidence nearly got you killed. If anything goes wrong here, you're likely to be publicly humiliated and to get stuck with an incredibly embarrassing nickname.

You stop a few feet away from Ernestine's chair and survey your immediate environment. She has a glass filled with cold water on her table next to her, along with an unopened bottle of… scented oil? Is that complimentary from the resort? Whatever, that's not important. You have a glass of cold water and a bottle of scented oil to work with. Or you could just improvise.

>Pour cold water on her back.
>Open the oil and slide a finger down her back.
>Blow in her ear.
>Other

>(And roll 1d100)

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>37146196
>Pour cold water on her back.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>37146196
>Blow in her ear.

Now now, we just want a light teasing.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>37146196

>Blow in her ear.

Simple, cute, and not likely to get us punched in the face.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>37146196
>Blow in her ear.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>37146196
>>Blow in her ear.

>>37146196
Hmm Cold water seems a bit mean spirited but the other two seem a bit too familiar.

I got nothing though, maybe the oil thing.

>>37146196
>Other

Reconsider your decision to act like an idiot and greet her like a normal person would.

>>37146196
>>Blow in her ear.
Seems the choice that is least prone to violent reprisals...

>>37146196
Approach normally in a non-faggoty way

>>37146196
>>Other
Open the oil and give her a oil-massage.

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>>37146196
You lean forward and blow in Ernestine's ear. Still half-asleep, she twitches and frowns, but quickly opens her eyes.

"Don't let your guard down," you say. "You're likely to get shot."

"I should have just stayed in town," she mumbles. "I hate places like these. But that's not your problem." She sits up. "Welcome back to Gallia. Did you have fun on your secret mission?"

"I had the time of my life," you say. "Visited all the good tourist spots, killed four or five soldiers, that sort of thing. I, ah… I wanted to thank you, actually. For the Darcsen doll you gave me for good luck. My medic is under the impression it saved my life."

"I hope you didn't ruin it," Ernestine says. "I put a lot of effort into it and I usually don't make Darcsen dolls."

"The doll is in perfect condition," you assure her.

"Glad to hear it," she says. "Make sure you both stay that way."

"I'm thinking about using one of my fencers as a human shield, but they're not very stealthy," you say. "It would ruin my shots."

"You know you're a real warrior when you're willing to put your life on the line just to take the enemy down with you," Ernestine says. "Personally, I'd much rather kill the enemy and collect the money."

"There are many paths to victory."

>Return to the hot springs.
>It's a little late. Might as well have dinner.
>It's a little late. Might as well retire and get some sleep.

>>37146732
>It's a little late. Might as well have dinner.

>>37146732
>>Return to the hot springs.
We likely won't get another chance anytime soon.

>>37146732
>It's a little late. Might as well have dinner.

Well it was written less creepily than I feared it could be thankfully, gj Eurowar.

Won't be often we get non-military rations. Make the most of it.

>>37146732
Eat dinner.

>>37146732
>It's a little late. Might as well have dinner.
invite Ernestine for some dinner.

>>37146732
>It's a little late. Might as well have dinner.
Fooooooooood...

>>37146732
>>Return to the hot springs.
Just chill out for a while.

>>37146732
>It's a little late. Might as well have dinner
Invite her to join.

Casting a vote to not invite her to join. Would much rather just have a regular dinner with the two squads here. No need to force some romantic thing.

>>37146732
"It's getting a little late," you say. "I'm going to see what they have for dinner. You should enjoy yourself while we're here. We're not likely to do something like this again any time soon."

"Of course not, I'm a Darcsen." Ernestine shakes her head. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you?"

"Does it really bother you?" You ask. "Vanessa's certainly enjoying this place."

"Opposition to General Gunther's enlistment benefits isn't restricted to the nobility," she says. "It's working well in the military for now, but there are no guarantees it'll last once the war's over." She lies back down on her chair to sleep some more. "Forget I said anything. I just don't want to think about it right now."

You hesitate for a moment, but there's not much you can say to her. You don't know much about the enlistment benefits proposed by General Gunther beyond the fact that they exist; they never concerned you personally, either as a soldier or as a noble, so you never had much reason to pay attention to them. You leave the resting Ernestine behind and go looking for food, taking a short detour to get changed.

The resort, as it turns out, provides a buffet for its guests. Since the place has been reserved for the military, you don't need to worry about formal seating. The buffet has the usual fare - soup, salad, appetizers, lots of fancy-looking skewers - and there's also an open bar.

>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.
>Get smashed at the bar.

>>37147329
>Get smashed at the bar.

>>37147329
>Get smashed at the bar.

This can only end well! ALLONSY!

>>37147329
>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.

Well that was anticlimactic.

>>37147329
>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.

>>37147329
>Get smashed at the bar
There's a bar, and we're /tg/. Our ancestors demand that we rupture our livers this very moment.

>>37147329
>>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.
Possibly our last good meal for a long while.

>>37147329
>>Get smashed at the bar.
We were wounded in combat. Let's soothe the wound with copious amounts of painkiller.

That's at least the excuse I'm sticking with.

>>37147329
>>>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.
... and something hard to go with it

>>37147329
>>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.

>>37147329
>Eat a well-rounded nutritious meal.

>>37147329
>Get smashed at the bar.
I reckon our Renard will learn something important about drinking too hard.

>>37147329
Well rounded meal

>>37147329
>Get smashed at the bar

>>37147329
As much as you would like to get utterly smashed at the bar, you'll be deploying to Ghirlandaio soon and you don't want to make the trip drunk. Besides, you haven't be able to keep up with your daily exercises. The first step to getting your habits back on track is a well-rounded nutritious meal!

You walk around the buffet, adding different meats and vegetables to your plate until you have a balanced dinner. You take a seat at your table and enjoy your meal. Gradually, the rest of your team comes to join.

"It's nice to see you can at least look after your health at the dinner table," Nina says. Her plate is as well-rounded as yours. "Some people won't cut their meats no matter how much I tell them to."

"We're fencers. We need the red meat," Jetje says. "It keeps our strength up."

"The deliciousness is just an incidental benefit," Karl says. "I wonder how long this marinated."

Meanwhile, Vanessa is happily stuffing herself and running back and forth between your table and the buffet.

"Everything is so delicious!" She says. "Have you seen the deserts?"

"One thing at a time, Vanessa," you say. "The deserts aren't going anywhere."

At another table, you spot Malbridge and another officer eating some sort of bread. It looks like they're having an eating contest which the drill sergeant is winning handily.

>Go check out the contest.
>Move on to deserts.

>>37148056
>Go check out the contest.

>>37148056
>Go check out the contest.

>>37148056
>Move on to deserts.

>>37148056
>Move onto deserts

>>37148056
>Go check out the contest.

>>37148056
>>Go check out the contest.
The deserts... aren't going anywhere.

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>>37148056
The choice between delicious pastries and proving you're manlier than Malbridge is quite obvious.

"I'm going to go see what the fuss is about," you say.

"I'll get my first aid kit," Nina says.

Vanessa continues her binging, but Jetje and Karl follow you to see what the contest is about. You're just in time to see Malbridge finish off the last bites of his bread and daintily wipe the crumbs off his mouth. His defeated - and bloated - opponent is pulled away by his friends.

"Welcome, lieutenant," Malbridge says to you. "Have you come to give the meatbread challenge a try?"

Malbridge points to fresh loaf of golden-brown bread filled with hot cheese, carefully marinated steak and sweet bell peppers. Just looking and smelling it, you already need to struggle to keep yourself from drooling.

"You're on, sergeant."

You sit down and grab a loaf.

>(roll 1d100)

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>37148480

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>37148480
Tally ho!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>37148518
I think we just threw up on the sergeant

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>37148480

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>37148480

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>37148480

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>37148480
high rolls!

>>37148480
You stare into Malbridge's eyes. Those are the eyes of a man whose entire soul is devoted to eating bread stuffed with meat. This isn't his first loaf of the day, but your dinner was quite generous as well. Neither one of you has the advantage there. If anything, your significantly smaller build puts you at quite a disadvantage.

However, you match the sergeant bite for bite and gradually overtake him. You wolf down that meat/pastry hybrid like your life depends on it, taking larger and larger bites, until you wash down the last of the loaf with a glass of water before Malbridge can finish off his own meatbread.

The assembled soldiers cheer for you and Malbridge gives you a thumbs' up.

"Congratulations, sir. It's been a while since I've had such a challenge."

"Thanks, sergeant," you say. "Now, can someone please help me up?"

Jetje and Karl each grab one of your arms.

"Here we go," Jetje says. "Let's get you to your room before you do another stupid thing."

"Are you sure?" Karl asks. "The bar's quite nice, and he needs to wash that bread down with something."

"Not funny, Karl."

The two of them support you back to your room and drop you on the bed. You wave them good night and stare at the ceiling until you're tired enough to sleep.

This is going to be your last taste of the rear for a while.

>>37148810
And that's all for today's thread. The next one will be Wednesday, January 7th.

Thanks for playing and happy new year!

>>37148831
thanks for running and a happy new years to you too.

>>37148831
Happy new year!

I was kind of tempted to run a VC quest now myself, but I didn't expect to see one running right now. Now I just feel inadequate.

That was pretty short but thanks for running.

Woah I leave for a bit and it's already over. Well thanks for running anyway, so fun I hate to see it end that early.

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Oddly enough I was considering running a Medieval Valkyria Chronicles quest the day before this one started running. I was in the process of figuring out how and handle leveling and creating custom classes when I decided to drop that project.