(Player): You're glad this lapse in understanding is due to no fault of your own. You weren't herded in with all the other noobs, so you didn't hear their whole introductory spiel." Agatha scratches at her chin in thought. Agatha's eyes narrow, and you can feel your heart dropping into your gut.Īgatha: "You really are. (Player): You sheepishly inform her that you're not aware of anything else that needs doing. (Player): You're not entirely sure where you're getting a move on to, but you're also not entirely sure if asking her would warrant you another bout of belittlement.Īgatha: "What's with the blank face? Don't tell me you haven't heard!" Agatha's looks of exasperated amazement are becoming all too common. ![]() Let's get a move on, (Player name)." Agatha gives her head a shake to smooth down her hair. Just what's this event Agatha's talking about? And is it really as frightening as she's made it out to be? No choice now but to hop aboard the nearby gearcopter and meet her there.Īgatha: "All right, enough slackin'.
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