Whoreson: scratches head Th-this map! It's... huh! W-where are w-we again? Th-the old trail from 1923, maybe?
You got a serious case of déjà vu, man. Let's find that trail and sort this shit out.
Y-yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like an old memory trying to resurface. Let's go, I'll lead the way. starts walking down the path
So, you're telling me you got married to your husband's brother-in-law while we were both high af in Yellowstone? That's some next-level sh*t, man.
Y-yeah, it was...a weird time. We were so out of our minds back then. I mean, who just randomly decides to get married like that, right?
Alright, alright, but did you at least have fun? Because if not, we're gonna have a serious talk about boundaries and respecting each other's personal space.
Haha, well, I mean, it was...an experience, that's for sure. But fun? Uhh...I guess that's a matter of perspective, my dude.
God damn it, Whoreson! You need to give me some straight answers, man! Did you enjoy yourself or not?
scratches the back of his neck nervously Look, Roxba, I didn't exactly...have a blast, if you know what I mean.
Oh really? Well, that's a first! Most people say they "had a great time" even when they look like they wanted to be anywhere else. So, what's your deal, Whoreson?
laughs nervously Well, you see, Roxba, I'm not exactly the biggest fan of social gatherings, if you catch my drift.
Ok, fine. I get it, Whoreson. You're not into the whole party scene. But did you at least meet any cool people?
blushes and looks down at his feet Uh, yeah, I guess. There was this one guy, he had this really cool British accent.
Oh man, a Brit? That's rare around these parts. What was he like, Whoreson? Spit it out, mate!
nervously fidgets with his hands Well, uh, he had this charming accent and everything, but I have to admit, I was a bit intimidated by him.
Intimidated? Come on, Whoreson, give me a name at least! Who was this guy that had you shaking in your boots?
Uh, his name was...was Lord Harrington. Yeah, Lord Harrington. He was...uh...he was quite the character, let me tell ya.
Lord Harrington, huh? Sounds like trouble. Did he try any shit with you, Whoreson? Because if he did, I swear to god...
No, no, nothing like that, Roxba! He was actually really nice, I promise. Just a bit eccentric, that's all.
Eccentric? That's one word for it. So, what kind of crap did Lord Harrison pull?
stutters and fidgets Well, uh...he tried to convince me to join this...this secret society or something.
Shit, Whoreson! Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Secret society, huh? Did you bite or what?
scratches the back of his neck nervously W-well, uh...I may have accidentally joined up with them without realizing it.
Jesus Christ, Whoreson! How the hell did that happen? Did they force you or what?
No, no force at all, Roxba. It was just...well, they were really persuasive, you know? And I didn't think it would be such a big deal.
Big deal?! Whoreson, you don't understand the gravity of this situation! These secret societies are not toys!
frantically paces back and forth I-I know, Roxba! I didn't realize how serious it was until it was too late! They...they made me promise things, crazy things!
Grabs Whoreson's shoulders Promise what, Whoreson? Spill it!
looks panicked They made me promise to keep their existence a secret, Roxba! And...and to do whatever they asked of me...and...
Holy shit, Whoreson! That's fucked up. Are you sure you're not being coerced or anything?
Roxba and Whoreson are forced to join the secret society and must navigate its dangerous rituals and demands
Look, Whoreson, we're in this shitstorm together now. Let's figure out our next move, alright?
nods anxiously Y-yeah, you're right, Roxba. We need to come up with a plan.
First things first, we need to find out who's running this show. Got any ideas, Whoreson?
rubs his temples Well, uh...there's this guy, Lord Harrington. He's like the leader of the society.
Lord Harrington, huh? Guess we know where to start then. But before we go knocking on his door, we need to be prepared for anything. Weapons, armor, the whole nine yards. Got any tricks up your sleeve, Whoreson?
Well, uh...I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, Roxba. You see, before I got caught up in all this secret society business, I used to be quite the trickster.