>Hit the Bar
You thank the welcoming villager and decide to check out what appears to be a tavern, if you remember your chemistry.
The interior of the oblong structure is overgrown with a thick layer of dry, spongy biofilm. Bacteria mutter to themselves and one another as they sip from gelatinous globs that you hope contain palatable drinks. Nobody pays your entrance any attention.
CELIA:
Er...if it's alright with you, I think I'm going to wait back outside.
Er...if it's alright with you, I think I'm going to wait back outside.
YOU:
I thought you said to stick close!?
I thought you said to stick close!?
CELIA:
I'm not exactly a drinker. Look, one of us obviously has to watch for trouble, right? You do what you need and just scream if you start dying, okay?
I'm not exactly a drinker. Look, one of us obviously has to watch for trouble, right? You do what you need and just scream if you start dying, okay?
