Ah, yes. Now where were we?
At the Archives. Looking through a portal of the book “Unpleasant Curses, and How to Break Them.”
It is our lunch break, and there are currently only ten minutes left. Though that admittedly matters very little, given that we are governor.
Ah yes, and also, we’ve just shouted a greeting to an unknown figure tending the fire in the background, on the other side of the portal.
What could go wrong?
Luckily, at the moment, greeting the man in the portal was not the disastrous decision it could’ve been. The figure turned around, and he was just a pasty white guy named Stu.
He wandered over to the portal, put a hand above his eyes, and said, “Melody, is that you?”
He wasn’t expecting Quiverus’ gloomy, weathered face. When he saw it, he shouted and jumped back.
“Who are you?” He demanded, cowering in fear. “Are you with the raiders? We’ve paid our debts! Tell them to leave us alone!”
Quiverus’ eyes widened, but he had nothing to say to such accusations. He shook his head.
“I’m not with the raiders,” he finally said, after several seconds of both men staring at each other. “I could actually really use your help, though. Do you—” he hesitated. This whole situation seemed improbable.
“Do you—happen to know how to break curses?” he asked. “Particularly—unpleasant ones?”
“Aren’t all curses unpleasant?” Stu asked. Thinking a bit, he said “Ah, so the Archives have reopened. And you’ve found my book.”
Quiverus nodded.
“Well that’s lovely, then,” said Stu. He reached his hand through the portal, and it came out the other side, into the Archives. “Stutopolous Brimstone, at your service.”
Hesitantly, Quiverus reached out, took the phantom hand, and shook it.
Introductions out of the way, Stu brought his hand back to his side of the portal.
“Right,” he said. “Now that’s taken care of.” He put a feathered hat on his head, and said “It sounds like we have a curse to break. Let’s get down to business.”
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and then Add to home screen.