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"Y-you have those too?"

"H-how do you mean? I'm sorry, I'm just curious."

"You're good enough to go professional! There's an MMMPH tournament up in Bastapa in the next few months, you know. Maybe you should test your skill there when you're looking for a break from MMMPHM, hm?"
A third round, and the stakes could not get any.....well, there aren't any real stakes.

This is, after all, for fun.

29 vs 29

[Now Playing: ~BAR2tsuSH~]

And yet, as soon as your hands meet and you test your strength, you realise you're facing a man of equal spirit, equal determination and equal will. This is a match that will take more than strength, more than grit.

It will take everything you have to win against an opponent so formidable.

Milly touches a finger to her chin.
".....d-do you always wear those hats?"

I12

The group -or, well, groups, with Rena's group following not far behind- are led by the Wiggler hunting party down a winding path into the forest. The party is occasionally joined by another Wiggler-hatted hunter, returning with various parts butchered from the Falkar. Judging from the amount of hunters that join you, today must have been a pretty successful hunt.

After what seems like about twenty minutes of walking through the woods, the group finally arrives at what could charitably be described as a village and what looks more like a gathering of tents, gathered in a general circle around a central gathering area full of crates and boxes around a fire where some other hunters are cooking meat. There are a few shacks already in place, and a few pole tents housing merchants and traders looking to cart off monster parts to the big cities elsewhere in Begnin. True to Josephine's words, one tent sits abandoned, scorched, torn and blasted with the remains of wooden barrels sitting in the middle with some twisted remains of iron tools. A few children are playing on their tablets, bobbing their heads along as they sit amidst the ruins, the only private place outside of the tents and huts.

Aside from the merchants - gnomes, by the looks of their pointy caps, ridiculous beards and sharp dress sense- everyone else in the village is wearing a Wiggler head.

"We're home, everyone! Thaddeus brought friends!"
"Sorry about how messy the place is. We only moved up here two months ago and it's hard hauling stuff up from there or from Primero down the road. We can get your stuff in a bit, we just need to sort out today's haul."

Josephine walks to the center of the settlement. The other group loafs about nearby, sort of awkwardly not quite sure what to do in the area; Don and Jeff are more in awe, Rena is awkwardly avoiding Rosencrantz, while Terrorslayer seems to be getting a lecture from Andras.

"....y-you, um....you _{snort it}."

"He asked for equivalent payment. No need to judge a man for his proclivities; besides, that saves me money."