After that terrible experience, Marron felt like she deserved a break.
The ruined rice ball felt like a lead ball in her stomach. Her throat still had bits of sticky rice, leftovers that hadn't quite made it.
While she tried to regain her bearings, she noticed nearby mimics looking at her in awe. Their voices overlapped in tones that didn't belong to them.
"How she so stable?"
"Not glitching! Eat fresh meat?"
Oh no.
Marron racked her brain for an excuse.
"Came from Whetvale."
Three mimics were impressed and immediately shape-shifted to some guild members she vaguely recognized.
"Us too! Help grab cart."
She smiled and looked shocked. "Really? Disguises so good!"
They immediately glitched out, their human limbs slightly bigger than their mimic bodies. "Thank. Mimic got killed yesterday. Retreated back to dungeon."
They had high and low voices that scraped Marron's nerves raw. These mimics potentially saw her running around the marketplace, looking for her food cart.
