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𝙰/𝚗: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔/𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.
T = Thug w/ no name
HH = Hook Hand
BN = Big Nose
A = Attila
V = Vladimir
G = Greno
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Walking down a small incline, Flynn leads us along a path with wooden fence to some place to eat.

F: "I know it's around here somewhere. Ah, there it is! The Snuggly Duckling."

Ahead of us and the path was a sign that stated the name, "The Snuggly Duckling," with a closed eyed duckling mascot above it. Behind the sign laid a massive building. The roof taller in some places than others with a tower or two on top. In front of the building was a couple of fence posts with five horses tied to them two on the left and three on the right. At least people were there, I suppose? I don't know much about this place, so I kept my crossbow locked and loaded, but aimed down in order not the anger anyone. I'm guessing Flynn went on an adventure here or something when I wasn't around.

F: "Don't worry. Very quaint place. Perfect for you."

He was gesturing to her like she was a five year old. It made me wonder if this place was as he described. But, I have a feeling that this is another one of his attempts to try and get her to go home and give us the satchel.

F: "Don't want you scaring and giving up on this whole endeavor now, do we?"

R: "Well, I do like ducklings."

F: "Yay!"

He was practically mocking her at this point which I smacked him on the shoulder for. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders while she walked a little in front of us.

Y: "What is this place?"

F: "A lovely place filled with lovely people."

Y: "Don't lie to me."

F: "Don't worry. I'm not, they're just lovely enough to maybe get Blondie to want to go home."

Y: "Oh my god."

We got up to the door, and he put his hand on her waist. He winked at me from behind his shoulder. This was clearly a devious plan that would backfire later. He opened the door and made sure Rapunzel was able to see all the contents inside as well as I.

F: "Garçon, your finest table, please!"

Rapunzel gasped, horrified. I could practically hear Pascal do it too, even though he didn't make any noise. Inside was a bunch of ruffians and thugs, one with rats on his back that had sharp, pointy teeth, and another was polishing a massive hook that was in place of his hand. This was practically Rapunzel's worst nightmare that she specifically said she wanted to avoid.

Rapunzel hoisted her frying pan up in front of us, as Flynn puts his hands on her shoulders to guide her through this joint. I walk close behind them with my cross bow in hand, but not raising it up at anyone. I decided on letting Rapunzel keeping her frying pan up since it wouldn't be as much of a threat as the crossbow, and also because it would provide some sort of comfort to her.

F: "You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose."

He inhaled deeply to mock her. I rolled my eyes at this. I could feel the ruffians' stares on the crossbow, while seeing some keep distance from us, but mostly me. Some of them were giant, some of them were small, but either way each of them weren't the prettiest in the world and looked angry that we were here.

F: "Really let that seep in. What are you getting? Because to me, it's part man-smell and the other part is really bad man-smell."

We look to our left and to Rapunzel and Pascal's horror chameleons were being boiled in a pot. More of a nightmare to them than before they saw that, I'm sure. We keep moving forward warily as Flynn keeps talking.