“Oh! Wow. Uh, wow. Ok. T-Thank you for coming to my inn,” the owner stammered, suddenly put on the spot, “I-Is there anything I can do for you?”
“We are just after some information about a team called The Blue Businessmen?” Butterfli3 asked.
“I-I’m afraid I don’t know them?” The owner replied with sorry look on his face, “I only just started recently and have spent all of my time here in the shop.”
“I understand,” Butterfli3 replied, “thank you anyway, we’ll be going now.”
“Come back anytime,” the owner said as you and Butterfli3 left.
“Now where to?” you asked, “I want to go and see if my old store is still going!”
“Yes, let’s check there because the owner might know something about this group.”
You happily skipped ahead a little of your man and followed the memorized route to your old store on level 1.
“Oh it’s still a merchant shop!” you said with excitement when you stopped on the corner.
Butterfli3 smiled, he loved to see you like this.
Happily you went off towards the doors and eagerly opened them.
“Welcome!” a girls voice greeted you.
“Hi!” you said brightly as you walked in and looked around, “I used to own this shop before I moved.”
A small girl with blue hair walked out from behind the counter and you grinned down at her.
“I’m so excited it’s still a merchant shop.”
“Yes! I like to sell things,” she said with a smile.
“How long have you been here?” you asked her, seeing her look behind you to Butterfli3.
“ACK!” she screeched when she recognized him, “Butterfli3?!”
“Hello,” he said politely, “this is a nice shop you have here.”
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Uh. Yes,” she stammered, walking around you to him, “is there anything you need?” she asked, having to crane her head right back to look up at him.
“We’re together,” you said to her, “we’re actually working on a case of sorts… do you know anything about the Blue Businessmen?”
She looked from Butterfli3 to you then back to Butterfli3.
“I have,” she said softly.
“What can you tell us about them?” you asked her.
She hung her head and avoided eye contact.
“I don’t know a lot but I don’t want to get involved,” she said, “I just know they’re bad people.”
“How do you know they’re bad?” you asked her gently.
“Someone came in here and told me,” she replied, “they had everything taken from them and had to start again,” she said, wringing her hands together.
You looked up at Butterfli3, and he looked at you.
Everything was checking out.
“Do you know the name of the player who dealt with them first hand?” you asked her.
She shook her head.
“Do you remember their name?”
She shook her head again.
“Listen,” you said, crouching down so that you could look her in the eye, “you know who Butterfli3 is, yes?”
“Well, we’re going to take those mean people down and make them pay for all the wrong they have done. But we can’t do that if we don’t have any information that we currently have. Butterfli3 is strong enough to take all of them on in one go. So if you’re worried that they’ll come after you for giving him information then you need not be worried. If anything ever happens you can just call on us.”
“That’s right,” Butterfli3 said. She looked up at him then to you and chewed on her bottom lip before conceding.
“Spear19… the player’s name is Spear19.”
“Thank you,” you said gratefully to her, “you’ve done the right thing. Do you know where Spear19 is?”
She shook her head. “But I don’t think he is far. He only came in a day or so ago so he’s not strong enough to go outside of level 1 or 2.”
“That’s good. We’ll look for him then,” you said as you reached out and patted her shoulder, “don’t worry. No one knows that we’ve spoken to you, but do let us know if anything suspicious happens, ok?”
She nodded again, making a little more eye contact now.
You stood up and nodded to Butterfli3. “We’re gonna go and kick some butt… well…try to,” you added with a sheepish grin, “we’ll go and find this player first.”
The girl nodded and watched you leave, an uneasy feeling swirling in her gut.
“Now… how to find this player,” you said to Butterfli3, “would people know this person?”
As you walked down the cobblestone street, you saw a group of players coming towards you.
“Hey,” you called to them, “do you know a player by the name of Spear19?”
“Nope,” the replied one by one.
“Ok,” you said, letting them go then turning to Butterfli3, “I mean, we could just ask everyone we come across if they know of a ‘Spear19’ until with find them?”
Further on you walked, stopping people randomly but no one knew the player.
“This is going to take a month,” you grumbled, “guess we could just ask in the forum but I doubt we’d get a reply.”
Just then a bread cart came along and you stopped the driver.
“Hi! We’re looking for a player named Spear19,” you said to the guy, “would you have seen that name by chance?”
“Yes, actually,” the driver replied, “I see a lot of player names in my travels and I do remember that one. He was back in the centre of town.” He pointed.
“How long ago? Just recently?” you asked.
“Yep. Not even 10 minutes ago,” he said.
“Oh! Awesome! Thank you, have a good day.” And with that you took off, calling for Butterfli3 to follow as you ran to the centre of town again.
There were a lot more people milling around there now and you sped through the crowds, looking at all the usernames.
“Damn it,” you grumbled when it was getting harder and harder to find this person, “ok, you know what… screw this.”
Marching with purpose, you climbed up onto the statue in the middle of the open area and cupped your hands to your mouth.
“PLAYER SPEAR19 ARE YOU HERE?!”
Your voice echoed above the chatter and general hubbub of the town and some of the noise quietened as people turned to see who this loony tune was who was hanging off a statue shouting at people.
When no one replied, you sighed and got down, walking back to Butterfli3 who had a shocked look on his face.
“Ugh. I was hoping that would help find Spear19 but he mustn’t be here anymore,” you sighed.
Just then a voice spoke.
“You’re looking for me?”