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C) Walk away, let her bleed out

She coughs and hacks, spitting out some blood. Its my loss...What are you waiting for?

You spit on the ground. What a joke. You dare speak of reaching the pinnacle when you cant even struggle at deaths door. Bleed out on your own accord instead. You turn around--

W...wait. She coughs. You speak like youve reached it yourself.

You grip your arm tighter. ...Let me ask you this. Why are you so obsessed with the pinnacle of magic?

Isnt it obvious? Thats what *cough* every Wizard strives for.

Right, but why is that?

She sits in silence.

Mindless puppet. Come back to this journey once youve found a real reason, you say before walking away towards the exit.

On your way, you pick up your tattered hat and put it on...but you dont feel much calmer. You continue forwards anyways, picking up Terry on your non-wounded shoulder.

Gundilf picks up the chair and Lye. He turns to the Queen. So if you folks dont mind, well be free to go. He frowns. ...Right?

She looks away without a word.

The announcer nods in fear and rings a bell, which removes the barrier around the edges that was also blocking the exit.

As you all leave, the audience sits in silence, stunned by the shambled image of their Queen.



You head to an inn to meet up with Goldius.

A reservation for Grand Wizard Goldius? says the innkeeper lady. Now thatd be rich! Cant say hes been here, though. Did you still want a room? Ill throw in first-aid if it means you uh, wont bleed all over the place.

You and Gundilf look at each other quizzically.

He shrugs. Well get back to you on that offer.

You all exit, then try another inn. The innkeeper shrugs. Another inn. Same result.

After trying the last inn in town, you step outside and stare at the moon. That shithead better not have defected...ugh, pardon me. You use your free arm to adjust your hat. Your arm does not like that.

Gundilf sighs and points at a nearby bench. Cmon brother. We probably should get that arm sorted out.

He sits you down and sets Terry and the others aside, then rips a piece of cloth from his robes to bandage your arm up. It stops the bleeding a bit, but still hurts like a bitch.

You hold your other arm to your throbbing head. Fuck. Gotta fix this shitty hat.

Gundilf tilts his head. Why DO you need that hat?

You massage your temples. When youve seen the shit Ive seen, you start to get familiar with your inner demons. The hats a gift from an old friend who didnt like seeing me like this. You take off the hat, making you feel a bit more agitated again. And goddamnit, Im not a fan of me either. Im barely keeping it together.

Gundilf slaps the hat back on you. Alright, yeah. Not lookin too good here. So whyd it break anyhow?

The hats magic is almost out. Its been centuries after all. Guess taking it off wasnt exactly helping either.

You feel a small tinge of pain from your wound. In response, you try to flex the pain away. I wanna punch something, Gundilf. I know I shouldnt, but this shit is like an itch.

Think bread would help?

You groan. Fuck. I dont know.

A) Check in for the night at the inn and get food
B) Set out to get the hat fixed asap
C) Investigate whereabouts of Goldius

NOTE: B and C cannot be chosen together this time.

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