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The underling of Fawful, but this time he's not around, so Midbus is kind of on his own. Still kinda dumb.
N/Sfw, multiverse
Big belly.
โPapa? What is a Daemon?โ
โWhat? What sort of word is that? You mean โdemonโ?โ
โNoโDaemon. Last night, I saw a falling star and that word just popped into my head. D-A-E-M-O-N.โ
โI donโt know. But you donโt need to worry about demons or daemons or whatever.โ
where to go to find this 'Morg the Mendicant'.
"Oh him. He's bad news, stranger, you ought not to go after his sort. He's no end of trouble to the local rangers. I hear he's fallen in with some nasty cultist sorts in the woods. Runs protection for 'em."
There was a mix of notions about the why-fors that moved in Simeon's head; food and money for supplies. They took second stage to the actual reason--this Morg was causing trouble for people.
That was reason enough to deal with him. He nodded his assent to Knux's logic.
Shouldering his newly bought gear, he was moving to walk right out of town now unless Knux stopped him. No reason not to, after all.
Taking a moment to consider the direction, he moved to the nearest exit from town proper--pausing only once to ask a villager, wordlessly-
Simeon couldn't speak to the uniqueness of his name but he could at least confirm that it was what he was called with a nod.
He still wasn't certain about this man; something was tugging at his stomach when he looked at Ganondorf.