[ Emil has no idea how he got here, really. He just kept following some stream of actions like he's at a Flying Tiger store, and suddenly he's at the checkout unaware of how he wound up with a basket full of things. Except instead of having cheap paints and a donut floaty, he has an interview with a very tall woman who's a... troll mage?
I
What the fuck is a troll mage?
Wait, did she say dritt? ]
I'm a...
[ He looks ]
What's a tavern wrench?
[ It says "wench." ]