>>31849991
You are Norman Niemand. A few months ago Randall the Red had caught a particularly bad case of Magic Rot, but he recovered fine thanks to the efforts of your parents who had come by to visit. Now though, he spends his days in the shop, simply smoking his pipe or carving spare pieces of wood instead of working on enchantments. You’d figure that would be something to be concerned about, and you are indeed concerned about it, but there’s something else on your mind at current.

It’s Marigold Merriweather. Just last week, she found herself overcame by wanderlust, and thus dropped out of the Magic Academy. There were a few fights, some arguments, a lot of tears shed upstairs as you worked. It wasn’t much of your business however.

Right now however, spring had fallen on the High City of Imperial City, and with it the warmness and brightness of it all. That meant business as usual. Randall was sitting on a stool in the corner of the shop, smoking his pipe thoughtfully. Clay meanwhile was in the storeroom, continuing to produce potions.

> Man the counter
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> See what Clay is up to
> Write in

>>31849991
Which one of the three we're waifuing?

>>31850001
Check out what Clay is doing, he's hot. Ask him out for dinner tonight.

>>31850001
>> Man the counter

>>31850001
>Man the counter

>>31850001
>Man the counter

>>31850001
>Man that fucking counter

>>31850001
>See what Clay is up to

>>31850001
> Talk to Mister Randall

Ask how he's feeling

The stuff with Marigold is totally our business but let's ease into it.

>>31850001
Let's check on Clay

>>31850001
>See what Clay is up to

>>31850001
>Check Clay

>>31850001
> See what Clay is up to

>>31850001
>> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
About his feels.

>>31850010
The Guard woman.

> Man the Counter
> See what Clay is up to

You decide to quickly check in on Clay before heading back to the counter. You open up the storeroom and peek in. “Clay, how are you doing?”

Clay sits at the lip of a huge burning cauldron. Inside it swirls a smelly mixture of ingredients and other nonsense that makes potions. Clay tilts his head and says, “I am doing very well, Mister Niemand. Thank you.”

“Great.” You nod then let him get back to work. Spellcats generally need time to themselves to work, and Clay is no exception.

With that, you lean forward on the counter, waiting for customers. You already stocked the shelves and made sure everything was in order. It’s not like they could be in any great order than they could be now. You check the time. A couple of hours until lunch, not bad. You did walk here from the Royal Palace.

Boy, that last night with Galena surely was something.

The door opens, revealing a Vogelvolk in a simple vest lined with potions and darts. Must be a thief or an assassin of some kind. You’ve seen his type. The vogelvolk hops up to the counter, swishing his wing to introduce himself with surprisingly good language skills. “I am Falconet! Adventurer of the West!”

>>=[| FALCONET |]=<<
>>=[| Adventurer of the West |]=<<

You nod. “Nice to meet you, feel free to look around.”

Falconet nods, his movements twitching and swift as he hops around the place, browsing potions and the like.

> See if Falconet needs anything
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> See what Clay is up to
> Write in

>>31850001
> Talk to Mister Randall
you alright boss?

>>31850256
>> See if Falconet needs anything

>Boy, that last night with Galena surely was something.

I'm now curious what base is our dear friend Norman is on.

>>31850256
> See if Falconet needs anything
have anything in mind?

>>31850256
>See if Fagonet needs anything

>>31850280
It's been months. i would say we made it all the way by now. we should be planning to wed her by now.

>>31850369
Though considering it took just as long just to get to first base. I'll be surprised

> See if Falconet needs anything

“So, Mister Falconet,” you ask as you stand next to him. “Anything we can interest you in?”

Falconet taps his beak with a feather from his wing. “Yes, yes, yes, I am looking for weapon enchantments!” He swishes a bag of gold. “Something cheap though, I’m not made of money.”

You nod, motioning over to the enchantment pastes on the shelf. “Here, we have plenty of enchantments courtesy of Mister Randall the Red. We have Freeze, Ignite, Acid, Healing-“

Falconet balks. “Healing?”

“For undead.” You shrug. “And drastic surgeries.”

Falconet grunts, then looks over at the enchantments. “Ah, what would you recommend for a light repeating crossbow? I do have to deal with stuff like feral Orcs, wolves, squidbats, the likes.”

> Freeze (Freezes enemies.)
> Ignite (Sets enemies on fire.)
> Acid (Poisons enemies)
> Healing (Heals enemies and allies.)
> Write in

>>31850556
> Ignite (Sets enemies on fire.)

Best thing for dealing with wildlife. Most of them don't like fire much.

>>31850556
>Freeze (Freezes enemies.)

>>31850556
> Ignite (Sets enemies on fire.)
Best for firing large amounts.

>>31850556
>Ignite (Sets enemies on fire.)

The man's choice.

>>31850556
> Write in
Freeze works well against flying foes. they can't fly if they are frozen. and Ignite works well on just about most of the things people run across. Healing is likely not what you need if you won't face off against undead. Oh, Acid will give you an edge against tough foes if you happen to run across them, you may want to get one just in case.

>>31850672
Ah, a true businessman!

>>31850556
>Get fucking everything

> Ignite

“Can I recommend all of them? Keep versatile after all?”

Falconet shakes his bag a bit. “I am not made of gold, much as I would like to be.”

You shrug, then pull the Ignite enchantment for him. “Ignite then. Sets whatever you hit on fire, useful in a lot of situations.”

“Mhm.” Falconet nods, then takes the enchantment paste jar and looks over it, studying every nook and cranny. “Interesting. I’ll take it. The paste works with bolts right?”

You nod. “As long as you recover them, the bolts won’t be destroyed by the fire.”

“Great!” Falconet hands you the bag of money, feels like thirty gold pieces. “Thank you for your service, human!” He squawks a bit, some form of Vogelvolk laughter. “I tell you, I am planning a raid on a Skyhaven north of here, harpies and witches of all kinds. Terrifying but a lot of plunder to be had!”

You smile. “Good luck then, Mister Falconet. Hope to have you as a repeat customer.”

Falconet bows to you, his wings flaring, then walks out of the shop. Good stuff. You reman the counter, sighing deeply.

> Continue manning the counter
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> See what Clay is up to
> Break out for lunch
> Write in

>>31850826
>Continue manning the counter

>>31850826
>Talk to Mister Randall
Has Miss Merriweather reconsidered her career choice, or is she still set on being an adventurer?

>>31850826
>> Talk to Mister Randall (Merriweather)
Merriweather might join up with my parents, they can mentor her in the adventuring lifestyle and more importantly, keep her safe....er, safer.

>>31850826
> Continue manning the counter
> Talk to Mister Randall
check the coins and all then see if our boss is alright, he needs to get his butt back in gear. How about saying we can't change her choice in being an adventurer, but Randall can still do something to keep her safe by making new enchantments, even if it's just for her.

> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)

“Is Miss Merriweather doing alright, Mister Randall?”

Mister Randall sighs, blowing a bit of smoke. “Ah, she’s doing well.”

“She’s not really leaving, is she?”

Mister Randall shrugs. “Way I see it, she might, she might not. Marigold admittedly doesn’t commit to a lot, but this is different. She really wants this.” He looks down, frowning. “And who am I to stop her?”

“Well,” you say. “I don’t consider myself that experienced in these kinds of things, Mister Randall, but… I’m sure she’ll be fine, Mister Randall.”

Mister Randall looks at you, skeptical. “Is that so?”

> “King willing, it has to be.”
> “She’s well-trained.”
> “I honestly don’t know.”
> Write in

>>31851141
>> “She’s well-trained.”

>>31851141
"She'll be back in a week"

>>31851141
> “She’s well-trained.”
“And I am she does take after her farther in a way.”

>>31851141
>> Write in
I put tons of Luck stats when I leveled her up.

>>31849991
OP, I read your threads from the archive, you're so dope. That whole thing is wonderful. Also, I can't believe nobody caught on the fact Niemand means nobody in german.

Maybe I missed it though?

>>31851141
> “She’s well-trained.”
and she takes after you boss.

>>31851141
This puts it best:
>>31851210
> “She’s well-trained.”
>“And I am she does take after her farther in a way.”

>>31851265
I should just start googling every name Schteel uses. It's never just a name.

> “She’s well-trained.”

“She’s attended the best academy this side of the ocean, she’s got you for a father, I think she’s got what it takes.” You smirk. “Heck, she might even take after you.”

“Ah, you’re just saying that,” says Mister Randall. He waves you off, continuing to smoke. “Can I tell you something, Mister Niemand?” You nod. “I adopted Marigold because I wanted something more. Something… something missing with my life, you know? And raising a child- I raised her since I found her in the orphanage, not more than a year old. I raised her to be the woman she is now.” He frowns at that, sighing. “It was a heck of a journey. An adventure you could say.”

You’re quiet for a few seconds, but then you say, “Well, there’s adventure in a lot of things, Mister Randall. I don’t consider myself much of an adventuring man but- But I think she’s finding her own.”

“I suppose.” He crosses his arms, leaning back on the wall. “I hope she doesn’t end up losing herself trying to find adventure in everything.”

“I’m sure she won’t, Mister Randall,” you say.

“She better not,” he says. “I raised her better than that.”

> Continue manning the counter
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> See what Clay is up to
> Break out for lunch
> Write in

>>31851424
> Continue manning the counter

What's the time?

>>31851424
>Continue manning the counter

>>31851424
>Continue manning the counter
Got a few more hours before lunch.

>>31851424
>> Talk to Mister Randall (The Future)
Are you feeling better? It seems you are semi-retired now...

>>31851628
That should be something he should bring up himself

>>31851424
> Continue manning the counter
> Talk to Mister Randall
If Miss Marigold is going to adventure, wouldn't it be for the best if you make one more enchanted equipment that will help her in her wandering? that or some way for her to be able to communicate with you no matter where she goes? just trying to get him to get to work again. it'll probably help to get him from not worrying so much

> Continue manning the counter

You lean forward on the counter, humming a bit as you keep the counter fresh for any new arrivals. Nothing so far.

Clay comes out of the storeroom, phasing along the floor then materializing onto the counter. “Mister Niemand, I trust you’re well?”

You nod. “Of course, Clay. You?”

“I am well.” Clay continues to move quietly along the walls then comes to rest next to Mister Randall’s leg. “Randall, is Marigold doing well?”

Mister Randall shrugs. “She’s out buying her kit. I’m sure she’s fine.” He looks down at Clay. “You think she’ll be fine, right?”

“I’ve met many adventurers in my time,” says Clay. “Not all of them were particularly fine by the end of their careers. Always out chasing treasures where there wasn’t anyway, or always clinging to that glimmer of fame and fortune. The life of an adventurer can be a painfully short one indeed.”

…

Mister Randall says, “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

Clay says, “I apologize then.”

[1/2]

>>31851759
[2/2]

The mail dragon comes through the door, coming to roost on the counter. He spits out a rolled up letter to you. You gently pet the dragon on the head, hearing it purr at your touch as you open up the letter.

Dear Norman,

My Lord has helped me refine my writing skills exponentially. From what I hear, apparently Miss Merriweather is planning on becoming and adventurer, and I applaud her for that and wish her the King’s luck on her travels. May fortune and glory find her well.

Norman, I write to you now however as last night was one of the best nights I have ever had with you. I admit, I normally do not open myself up like this, but you’ve made me feel I have new purpose, not just for the sake of His Lord, but for you as well. What I mean to say is that I love you, Norman. If you had asked me a year ago what I would spend the rest of my days doing, it would be that of guarding My Lord to whatever end. But for you now, I would not mind spending my last days with you.

I hope you do not find this sudden and very strange, I am not very good at expressing my thoughts on paper. Please come visit me again at the Palace when you’d like, Norman.

Love,
Galena Gavina Garrison, Guardswoman.

You smile, reading over the letter. Galena, what a girl. You look over at the clock, it’s about lunch time now.

> Continue manning the counter
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> See what Clay is up to
> Break out for lunch
> Write in

>>31851778
>Break out for lunch
>Norman, I write to you now however as last night was one of the best nights I have ever had with you. I admit, I normally do not open myself up like this, but you’ve made me feel I have new purpose, not just for the sake of His Lord, but for you as well.

Good for her? What do they do last night?

>>31851778
> Break out for lunch
> Write in
we need to get her an engagement ring.

>>31851816
missionary position

>>31851778
> Break out for lunch
> Write in
ask Boss what he wants for lunch. we should get him something to eat as well.

>>31851778
> See what Clay is up to

>>31851816
They slept together, just literally that.

Is there some test Marigold have to pass so she can go off adventuring? Cause poking monster hives should be regulated.

>>31851887
I doubt it, I think Garrison is smart enough that if they try anything lewd the king and his guard will be trying to listen in.

Castle that big echo, right?

>>31851913
Ask the Lord to help set up an adventurer's guild? As clay said, not all of them come back richer than before, they would need a place to stay, heal up and train. With the King as their patron, he would be likely to call upon their diverse skills, talents, and powers for situations when his own troops won't or shouldn't cut it.

> Break out for lunch

You say goodbye to Mister Randall and Clay then head out to the tavern for lunch. The lovely spring weather thankfully keeps you relatively warm and cozy as you walk along the busy streets. People all around are simply walking to and fro, bartering with open air traders, or simply smoking pipes on the stoops of their homes. You can also pick up the smell of fresh breads, pies, and other pastries. If there’s anything your father was, it was being a good cook.

You enter into the tavern.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAO0fbBkZdg

The tavern is surprisingly a bit empty. There’s only the occasional adventurer or tenant walking around, or drinking at a table or at the counter. You hit up the barkeep and put down a few coins for lunch. He presents you a fresh plate of pork ribs, some carrots and peas, and a pint of ale. Good stuff. You start digging in.

Then you notice something missing. You look over to see Willmot, looking a bit down as she sits down to herself. That’s strange, she’s normally dancing even when there’s no one to dance with.

> Eat and head back
> See what’s got Willmot down
> Write in

>>31852067
> See what’s got Willmot down

>>31852067
>> See what’s got Willmot down
We just got on break, we got time.

>>31852067
> See what’s got Willmot down

>>31852067
>See what’s got Willmot down

>>31852067
> See what’s got Willmot down

> See what’s got Willmot down

“Miss Willmot, everything okay with you?” you ask as you sit down next to her.

Willmot shrugs, crossing her arms. “Oh, you would like to know, wouldn’t you?”

You say, “Well, I came over to ask, so yes. I’d like to know.”

Willmot says, “Our little tavern here is closing down.” You blink in surprise. You eat here all the time, doesn’t look like it would close down. “The Old Man got bought out, so us staff here have to find new jobs.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say. “I’ll miss this place.”

“Me too,” says Willmot. “I’ve got a lot good memories. Lot of hilarious stories too.”

“Do most of them involve sex?” you ask.

Willmot giggles a bit, glancing away. “Maaaaybe. But, regardless of what memories they are, they are still good memories to me. Apparently the place is going to get converted into some kind of guild or mansion or something.”

> “Well, good luck then, Miss Willmot.”
> “What are you going to do then?”
> “A guild sounds nice.”
> Write in

>>31852346
>“What are you going to do then?”
>"Surely every tavern in the city would love to have you."

>>31852346
>“What are you going to do then?”

>>31852346
> “What are you going to do then?”
an aside
> “A guild sounds nice.”
an adventunerer's guild?
then
> Write in
tell Willmot about Marigold leaving.

> “What are you going to do then?”

“Me?” Willmot scratches her chin. “Eh, maybe I’ll go back to streetwalking, maybe I’ll travel. I don’t really know. Figure it might be an excellent adventure to get myself over to the West across the ocean, see the Orcs and the Dwarves.”

You nod. “Really.”

“No, I’m not going to whore myself out to them,” she says, laughing. “Ha! Figure I might as well specialize, I consider myself pretty good at tailoring maybe. It’s certainly not Orc work but it’s something.”

“Sure,” you say. “That sounds lovely, Miss Willmot.”

“Thanks, certainly ain’t compared to yours. I mean, look at you, steady job, lovely girlfriend, the works.” She sighs, leaning back. “Wish I could have something like that.”

“Well, Miss Willmot,” you say. “You could. Just got to work hard at it.”

“Right,” she says. “Well, good luck, Niemand.” She stands up, dusting herself off and heading to the dance floor.

“I should be the one saying that to you,” you say. You stand, smiling at her. “King’s Blessing to you, Miss Willmot.”

Willmot smiles, then starts dancing on her own to the music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5kEiE6bDxk

> Head back
> Dance with Willmot
> Write in

>>31852346
> “What are you going to do then?”

>>31852652
> Write in
Offer to try to find a place to work, other then being a whore.

>>31852652
Grab a final meal in the ol' tavern.

>>31852652
> Dance with Willmot
> Write in
you're one of the few friends I have Willmot, let me see if i can find something for you to do if you want. if the king is still unmarried, maybe we can hook those two up. even if she is his Mistress maybe?

>>31852652
>>31852700
>>31852756

This

>>31852700
that sounds good too, i amend my vote to add that. ... say. With Marigold leaving. our Boss can't run the shop with us alone. he needs help. Willmot could work there too.

>>31852811
Umm, no. I don't think it's a good idea.

Maybe ask if the Orc can take her in as a apprentice

>>31852838
There's an idea.

>>31852652
>Dance with Willmot

>>31852838
Well, the Orc dress maker is fine too. something that she can do and not have to sell her body like she use to any more. in hindsight, having her work along side us would make unneeded tensions with our soon to be wife.

> Write in

You decide to order yourself a second meal, your last one in this Tavern so to speak. You’re going to miss the Old Man and this tavern of his. It’s served you for years since you moved here. Now though? It’s not going to be nothing more than some rich man’s place to assemble his friends. You suppose that’s not the worst way for a place of energy, happiness, and excitement to go. You can always find another.

You watch Willmot dance along to the music. She stomps and kicks happily, giving her best in it all. Maybe…

You write down on a slip of paper for the barkeep to give to Willmot.


Miss Willmot,

If you ever need anything, I’m at the Shop. I can get you a decent a job if I can, maybe even a good place to stay if you were staying at the Tavern. You’ve been a good friend to me, it’s time I repay that for you, if you would make it so.

Norman Niemand


You head out of the Tavern, looking over the sign. The Magical Mare. The old place is really going to go. You feel hurt by that. Old Ian Igram must have been desperate to sell the place.

But regardless, you arrive back at the Shop. It seems Mister Randall has headed back upstairs. Clay meanwhile has been managing the counter for you.

> Man the Counter
> Talk to Clay (Topic?)
> See what Mister Randall is up to
> Write in

>>31852975
>> Talk to Clay
What will we do about Randall? What can we do?

Rolled 29, 57, 3, 92, 4, 14, 43 = 242

>>31852975
> Man the Counter

>>31852975
>> Man the Counter
I came here to be a magic item shop clerk, and by the gods, I will play as one, It's as boring as it should be

>>31852975
>> Man the Counter

>>31852975
> Man the Counter
> Write in
anything happen while I was gone?

> Man the Counter

You lean on the counter again, waiting patiently for customers. “Anybody buy anything, Clay?”

Clay says, “Orc came, bought a few health potions. Other than that, nothing.”

You nod. “Good.” An hour or two passes without too much happening. People pass by, occasionally windowshop at the place, but nothing sticks. Clay occasionally shifts between shelves, checking the potions in case of impurities or other imperfections, they couldn’t be more pure if he tried though.

The door opens, you look up from the counter to see- “Miss Merriweather.”

Marigold smiles shyly, clad in simple leather armor over her usual dress. On her back is a simple sword along with a bow and a quiver of arrows. “Norman.”

…

Gee, this is a little awkward.

> “You look great.”
> “Are you leaving today?”
> “Where did you get all that?”
> Write in

>>31853300
> “You look great.”
> “Are you leaving today?”
Need any potions, miss?

>>31853300
>“Are you leaving today?”

Joke.

"Are you interesting in buying anything?"

>>31853300
>Are you leaving today?
>You look great

>>31853300
>>31853325
>>31853328
This.

I think we should call her by her first name now. It will feel a little weird since I think we're friends now

>>31853300
> “Are you leaving today?”
> Write in
check to make sure that armor fits her right and the sword and bow is best for her. We have exprience in being an adventurer ourselves. such thing should be second nature to us.

>>31853300
> Write in
"How are you today? If you need anything, just ask."

Please tell me she'll go adventuring with a party. Where are her friends?

>>31853300
>> “Are you leaving today?”
> "Dresses suit you more."

> “You look great.”
> “Are you leaving today?”

You smile at her. “You look great, Miss Merriweather.”

Miss Merriweather grins, skipping over to you, her weapons clattering. She quickly hugs you, then says, “Thank you, Norman! I feel… I feel amazing!”

You nod. “So are you leaving today?”

“Yes!” She nods violently. “The next carriage going down south leaves in thirty minutes. I can’t afford to miss it.”

“Well, I’ll miss having you around, Miss Merriweather.”

“Aaawwwww…” Miss Merriweather blushes, slapping her cheeks. “I’ll miss you too, Norman! We’ve been such great friends you and I!” There’s a quick creak of the stairs as Mister Randall pokes his head out, looking upon Miss Merriweather. Miss Merriweather smiles nervously, blushing a bit of her hair out of her eyes.

“Marigold,” he says. “You look good. I thought I asked for you to get something a little more protective.”

Marigold frowns, gesturing lazily. “This… is what they had in stock.”

[1/2]

>>31853720
[2/2]

“I can forgive that,” he says. “Are you at least meeting up with anyone you can trust? Someone you can rely on?”

Marigold says, “I’m using some of my savings to hire a Dwarf merc, then the two of us will just sort of set the south ablaze so to speak. That’s my plan, maybe I’ll build a bigger party of adventurers just like me, Papa!”

Mister Randall nods, scratching his beard. “Alright.” He holds his arms out, to which Miss Merriweather quickly embraces him. “King’s sake, I will miss you, Marigold. Please don’t get hurt out there, it would kill me.”

“I’ll be by to visit, Papa,” she says. She holds her adoptive father for quite a while. “I love you so much. I’m glad you’re letting me do this!”

Mister Randall lets her go, then holds her by the shoulders. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

With that, all of you leave the Shop. Clay sits upon your shoulder as you all stand outside the shop. Miss Merriweather quickly tightens the leather, and stretches her muscles a bit. Then she grins and points to the air. She yells, “Adventure is out there!” She turns her point into a fist. “And I’m going to claim it!” She turns to you all, smiling proudly. “Goodbye!”

> “So long, Miss Merriweather.”
> “Goodbye, Marigold.”
> “King’s blessing be with you.”
> Write in

>>31853743
>> “Goodbye, Marigold.”

>>31853743
>> “Goodbye, Marigold.”
>> “King’s blessing be with you.”

She's no longer the daughter of our employer, she's our friend, I think it's okay to call her by name.

>>31853743
>“Goodbye, Marigold.”

She deserves it

>>31853743
>> “King’s blessing be with you.”
...she is so dead. RIP into the ethers.

>>31853743
>> “Goodbye, Marigold.”

>>31853743
> “Goodbye, Marigold.”
> “King’s blessing be with you.”

damn it schteel, why can't i hold all these feels?

> “Goodbye, Marigold.”
> “King’s blessing be with you.”

“Goodbye, Marigold. May the King’s blessing be with you.”

Marigold smiles from ear to ear, then runs up, hugging you tight. You hug her, patting her on the back. She lets go, then gently pats Clay on the head. “Goodbye, you two. You especially, Clay. I’ll miss you.”

Clay nods. “Your absence will be noted.”

Marigold frowns mockingly, then giggles. She turns around, gripping the straps of her leather armor, then begins stepping forward, out into the crowd. Marigold turns back as she leaves, waving goodbye. You, Mister Randall, and Clay wave back to her, all smiles. With that, Marigold fades into the crowd, and becomes another one of the adventurers in the city.

Mister Randall sighs, covering his mouth. You pat him on the shoulder. “You alright?”

He grunts. “They all have to leave you sometime.” He crosses his arms, then smiles at you. “Come on, let’s keep the shop manned.”

> Man the Counter
> Talk to Clay (Topic?)
> Talk to Mister Randall (Topic?)
> Write in

>>31854038
> Man the Counter

>>31854038
>Man the Counter

You heard the man, back to work

>>31854038
> Man the Counter
It's probably not the right time to bring up the possablity of hiring Willmot now.
but still
> Talk to Mister Randall
ask him will he be alright now Marigold is gone? will he need any more help getting dinner made for himself?

> Man the Counter

Strange really. Things now feel a bit emptier without Marigold. There’s no more happy skips upstairs, no singing or humming as you work. It’s just you, Clay, and Mister Randall now. You sit down in a chair, then cross your arms and lean back. Things are so much quieter now. Mister Randall has retreated back upstairs, you decide that he could use some time alone for now.

Clay says, “I will admit, Marigold Merriweather leaving is already affecting me.”

“How so?” you ask.

“It’s strange,” he says. “Normally, she’d be petting me or calling me fuzzy. But now? Nothing.” He cozies up, curling into a ball on the counter. “I will miss that.”

You nod. “I will too. Hopefully she finds herself out there, King knows, my parents did.”

You look at the clock, only an hour until dinner.

> Man the Counter
> Talk to Clay (Topic?)
> Check on Mister Randall
> Write in

So uh, we live in the tavern, right?
The one that's closing down?
Shouldn't we find a new place to live?

>>31854342
>Man the Counter

>>31854342
> man the counter
well clay it may not be the same, but if you want pettings just hop up on the counter

>>31854342
>> Man the Counter
If no one comes
> Check on Mister Randall
Else,
Write to GF, just a dinner to discuss how our days have gone, today had two relative downer changes.

>>31854342
> Man the Counter
>>31854367
i thought we had our own pad.
>>31854386
second that too.

>>31854342
> Check on Mister Randall
About any shops looking for help, you know, for our hoe friend.

> Man the Counter

You continue manning the counter up until dinner. The day is starting to wind down as people head home from their shops or places of work. Still a few more windowshoppers but otherwise, nothing too solid. Probably just a slow day for the Shop today, it’s not like there aren’t dozens of other Magic Shops in the city itself that other people frequent. Still, it’s kind of sad knowing the shop isn’t that popular.

Regardless, the door opens, you look up to see Galena Garrison, wearing her guard regalia. “Norman.” She smiles at you, her one good eye regarding you warmly. “Nice to see you.”

You smile back at her. She leans over the counter, then you quickly give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hello, Galena. You finally come of your own accord it seems.”

“Well,” she shrugs. “I just hope I didn’t-“ She blushes a little, glancing away. “-Didn’t embarrass myself with that letter.”

“It’s fine,” you say.

Galena smiles. “I’m ready to head to dinner when you are, Norman.”

> Punch out for the Day
> Man the Counter
> Talk to Clay (Topic?)
> Check on Mister Randall
> Write in

>>31854607
>> Punch out for the Day
>> Check on Mister Randall

>>31854607
> Check on Mister Randall

>>31854607
>> Punch out for the Day
>Say goodbye to Mr.Randall and Clay

>>31854607
> Punch out for the Day
> Check on Mister Randall
> Write in
quietly inform Galena about Marrigold leaving today and it has devastated Randall.

>>31854607
> Man the Counter
If it looks like its closing time or no more customers,
> Check on Mister Randall and
>> Punch out for the Day

> Punch out for the Day
> Check on Mister Randall

You open up Mister Randall’s door, finding him sulking at the foot of his bed. “Mister Randall?” He grunts at you. “I’m heading out for the day. Are you going to be alright?”

Mister Randall nods, then looks up at you with the saddest look in his eyes. “Yes, I will be. Thank you, Mister Niemand.” He tilts his head a bit. “I hope I am not bringing you down or anything. Do enjoy yourself, I’ll just sit here with Clay, contemplating. Usual business.”

You nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he says. “Go on, have fun!” He smiles a bit. “You’re still young, you have some adventure left in you.”

You smile back at him. “Thank you, Mister Randall. Take care.”

“To you as well, Mister Niemand.”

With that, you head back down the stairs. You pat Clay on the head. “I’m heading out, Clay.”

“Very good, Mister Niemand,” says Clay. “I will expect you back tomorrow.”

“Sure,” you say. With that, you take Galena by the hand and exit the shop.

Galena asks you, “So where shall we go?”

> Your place
> Tavern
> Royal Palace
> Write in

>>31854856
>Tavern
Although it might not be the NICEST place, it's closing down and it'll be sad to see go.

>>31854856
>Your place

We've been to the Tavern and the Royal Palace

>>31854856
> Tavern
One last time

>>31854856
> Your place

She hasn't even seen it, has she?

>>31854856
>Your place

>>31854856
>> Tavern
Last time for memories. Or you know, royal sponsorship.

>>31854856
>> Royal Palace

>>31854856
> Tavern
might as well inform Galena about our beloved Tavern's fate.

> Tavern

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxCejZOGNSo

You decide to have your last supper down in the Magical Mare, probably the last supper it’ll ever see at all even. You sit at a booth, digging in as the music plays for the patrons who happily drink, eat, and sing to the music

Galena frowns. “First the Tavern, then Miss Merriweather. It’s a day of departures.”

“Yep,” you say. “Admittedly, I’m glad that Marigold is off to find her own way. Let her discover who she is. She’s off to find her own little adventure.”

Galena nods. “We all go through that period in our lives, don’t we?”

“I suppose,” you say. “But I still hope for Marigold, maybe she’ll find herself a fortune, maybe she’ll return home, who knows?”

> Talk with Galena (Topic?)
> Eat Dinner and head out (Your place or palace?)
> Dance
> Write in

>>31855262
>> Dance

>>31855262
>> Dance

>>31855262
> Dance
Last dance in this place, not the last dance for us.

>>31855262
> Dance

> Dance

You and Galena waltz along to the last song the Tavern will ever play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNigFpaBBf8

Galena has really improved her steps and dancing since the two of you have been together. Funny, it only feels like a few weeks ago that you met Galena and that she tried to kill you. That was pretty much last year. Now? She’s dancing, she’s smiling, she’s yours. Funny how things work out sometimes.

Galena says, “I’ll miss this tavern.”

You nod. “Our first date was here, remember that?”

“It’s a cherished memory of mine, Norman,” she says quietly. “It’ll be sad to see it go.”

“Of course,” you say. “Let’s just enjoy it while we can.”

With that, you quietly dance the night away until Igram finally says his parting farewells to everyone. He shakes hands with all of his regulars, apologizing for closing the tavern. Willmot stands next to him, smiling at everyone, wryly.

Igram shakes your hand. “Mister Niemand, it’s a shame to lose you. Hope we meet again someday.”

“If you start a new tavern, you better tell me,” you say. “I’ll go through the Frozen north to spend a day there.” He laughs at that, patting you on the back. Willmot nods to you, smiling. You hope Willmot takes you up on your offer.

You stand outside the Magical Mare, the last ones out. The lights have gone out from the windows for the last time.

What now?

> Head to your place
> Head to the royal palace
> Take a walk
> Write in

>>31855573
>> Head to your place

>>31855573
>> Take a walk

>>31855573
> Take a walk
> Head to your place

The scenic route

>>31855573
>> Take a walk
>> Head to your place

Rolled 87, 22, 6, 50, 81, 15, 42 = 303

>31855665
>31855701
This

>>31855573
> Take a walk

man, i am be overwhelmed by all these feels Schteel...

>>31855573
>> Take a walk

>>31855783
We heard you the first time.

>>31855874
lol, don't be a dick.

>>31855573
>Take aa walk
>Head to your place

> Take a walk
> Head to your place

You and Galena walk hand in hand as you take the scenic route to wherever you want to spend the night.

Galena looks up at the starry night sky. “The stars are beautiful this time of year.”

“They are,” you say. “But I’d rather not strain my neck.” You wrap your arm around her, bringing her close. “I’ll settle for you instead, Galena.”

“Haha,” says Galena in her most deadpan nature. “You’re a ladykiller, Norman.”

You say, “Well, Galena, I did say I’d follow you into the stars, didn’t I? I have one right here.”

“Stop!” she says. “You’re making me sick!”

“Oh please,” you say. “It’s not anything you haven’t heard before.”

Galena giggles a bit. “I suppose so.”

You arrive at your home. It’s a simple two story house, affordable from your wage at the Magic Shop. You open the door, allowing Galena to step inside first. It’s a rather Spartan interior, simple couches and chairs, fireplace, and upstairs is the bedroom and bathroom. Nothing too special. It’s home to you though, and you are sharing it with Galena.

> Head to sleep
> Fool around with Galena
> Write a letter (To whom?)
> Write in

>>31856017
>> Fool around with Galena

>>31856017
>> Fool around with Galena

>>31856017
>> Write a letter (To whom?)
To your parents.

then

> Fool around with Galena

>>31856017
> Fool around with Galena

>>31856017
> Write a letter to parents. tell them about Marrigold. tell them to teach her well and protect her.
> Fool around with Galena

>>31856112
Support

> Fool around with Galena
> Write a letter (To whom?)

Dear Mother and Father,

I write to you in the hopes that this letter will find you well. Just today, Marigold Merriweather has departed from the shop in search of adventure and excitement in her life, and I wish her all the best. If you two ever run into her, please take care of her. Teach her well your ways, as you did for me. In the meantime, I am still here in the High City of Imperial City, with my newest love Galena whom you met some time ago.

Our relationship is steadily growing, and I do believe that maybe one of these days, I will make her my wife. Not today, maybe tomorrow or next week or next month. But one of these days. It will happen, I assure you, so you two don’t have to worry about grandchildren.

I love the both of you very much, please continue sending me letters, and despite what you may think I do genuinely enjoy the tales of your adventures that you send back. Use well the days.

Your loving son,
Norman Niemand


Galena has more or less managed to take off her armor and plates from her regalia, leaving her in the simple blue underdress, letting it flow and billow as she moves around the house. You slot the letter at the window for the mail dragon, then walk over to her, hugging her from behind. She laughs as you lead her to the couch.

“Norman, please!” she says.

“Oh?” You smirk as you lie her down on her back. “Come now, Galena!”

She giggles as you sit on top of her, her good eye flicking from your face down your body. “But-!“

“No buts,” you say. You lean down and gently kiss her on the lips. “This is my home, Galena. And I’m glad to share it with you.”

You and Galena embrace each other in a deep kiss. She gently moans as you run your hand along her smooth well-toned legs. She breaks away for a second, smiling. “Adventurous, tonight. Aren’t you?”

> Kiss her
> “Well… yes.”
> “Only for you, Galena.”
> Write in

>>31856437
>> “Well… yes.”
>> “Only for you, Galena.”
>>Kiss her

>>31856464
this.

>>31856437
>“Only for you, Galena.”

>>31856464
second.

>>31856464

we have a winner

>>31856437
>>31856464
Sure

> Kiss her
> “Well… yes.”
> “Only for you, Galena.”

You shrug. “Well, yeah.” You quickly kiss her, then say, “But only for you, Galena.”

Galena grabs your collar, pulling you into another kiss. The two of you continue through this throughout the night, finally moving onto the ultimate expression of love you two can do in your bed. It was fast, it was hard, it was passionate. Her moans and squeals only spurred you on further, but finally, midnight strikes. The two of you lie in bed, her resting her head on your chest, fast asleep.

It seems the day has ended.
In the High City of Imperial City lies a humble magic shop, Clay's Potions and Solutions. You work here day after day, under the employ of the wizard Randall the Red. His Spellcat Clay often assists you, even serving as a bit of a joker at times despite his lack of emotions. Your lover Galena supports you as she juggles you and her duty to guard Lord Lamarr. Marigold often writes to you of her adventures as she travels throughout the South.

As for you, you’re just a simple shopkeep.

And that’s quite possibly the best adventure you could ask for.

>>31856793
Best End.

>>31856793
good quest schteel

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>>31856793
Magic Shop Quest has ended in full! Thank you all for sticking through with it to the end, and I hope to see you all in my other Quests as well if I ever get around to them.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel

Thanks for the adventure!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plmItRzdLHQ

>>31856793
NewGame+

>>31856849
Aww, why'd it have to end?
I was loving this quest...

>>31855986
Fluff pls go

>>31856793
Haha best ending

>>31856793
WELL DONE SCHTEEL! I wish it was more than a mini-series! will you ever come back to this setting Schteel?

>>31856867
All good adventures come to an end.

>>31856849
So why did you want to do a short mini-series like this, Schteel?

>>31856867
All adventures eventually lead back home...

>>31856894
>>31856911
Pokemon.
It'll never end.

>>31856905
Just to give myself a fresh setting, something to have fun with. LGA's nice, but I fear burning out on it to the point where I don't want to run it anymore.

Quests like these keep my head together.

>>31856945
Well, I guess it's mutually beneficial then!

Thanks Schteel, I'd fuck you.

>>31856939
Note how pokemon is no longer a good adventure. Seriously.

>>31856945
I had not read any of your other quests until this one, mostly because Im not very familiar with Girls und Panzer.

I do like your style of QMing though, and I'd definitely continue following a new quest of yours in a more familiar setting. I've become rather fond of the idea of a slice-of-life quest recently and I think this quest is ample evidence that such a quest is possible.

Great job, Schteel. I'd really encourage you to continue branching out and exploring this new avenue in a different story.

>>31856793
>>31856894

Awww. Can we have a 'Years later' special? Pleeeease?

>>31857052
Thank you very much, glad to hear that.

>>31856973
Ah, thanks. pls.

>>31857098
Maybe, I'm a bit swung out on it but if I ever get the time to, just maybe.

>>31857098
>>31856945

Is she now with child? Will we have a kid? Please tell us!

>>31857098
Yeah, we definitly need an epilogue followup.

>>31857147
i would love to know what happened to Willmot and Marrigold, as well as how many kids we had with Galena

>>31857258
Yeah, I wanna know if we pulled out.

>>31857147
Thanks for writing, wait for the next mini-series if you write one.

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>>31856793
>>31856849

Thanks for running the quest, GermanSchteel! Though I'm a bit sad that it's ending, it was a fun ride.

>>31856849
Thanks for running Schteel. It was a fun ride!