Held by the Bolobi

8am - Dua, Harvestor 20, 4th AC 2626 (HRP: January 4, 2024, 12am)

After an ordinary evening at the Fairhaven bar, Lorlyn decided to go back to brewing her Byrh with her favorite Bolobis deep in the Loria. No longer a Kamist and unable to teleport there directly, the Trykette wove her way through the Kitins and Cutes, Byrh in hand. Although she was known for her legendary "stealth", when it came to avoiding "nasty, unkind carnivores", she didn't do too badly. That is, if she didn't come across any "too cute" animals along the way.
"Lordoy the little Wonbais!" she shouted, waving her arms at the herbivores.
The latter, accustomed to her somewhat invasive presence, didn't stir a hair. The Trykette wanted to stop and take the time to greet them properly, but rapid footsteps drew her attention: Kitins! The shopkeeper, convinced that she had been very discreet, began to run, trying to understand how she had been spotted. Despite her short legs, the Tryker ran very fast and eventually outran her assailants. She congratulated herself on her athletic skills and hopped happily to the Bolobi camp.

No sooner had she arrived than numerous pairs of very long legs rushed towards her, releasing long, melodious notes that Lorlyn easily recognized as the voices of her little Bolobis. She immediately understood from their sound that they were asking for... Byrh! The trader stopped dead in her tracks. She had just realized something terrible: the Bolobis had finished her gigantic supply of Byrh, which contained months of work... The Trykette, panic-stricken at not having a single drop of her marvellous drink left, began to flail about among her friends. But it didn't stop there. The orange creatures, seeing the sudden panic of their Byrh dispenser, immediately understood the situation and began to move in a way Lorlyn had never seen them move before. Then, wide-eyed, she realized: they were surrounding her! The brewer looked up - to see something other than their paws - and met the furious gaze of the Bolobis. Suddenly frightened by the dark aura enveloping them, the little Trykette didn't recognize her friends. Trembling, she muttered: "You... want some Byrh, don't you?
Faced with their threatening cries, Lorlyn collapsed onto her knees and began to cry.
- But I... I don't have any more! You've... drunk it all...".
The Bolobis gave her a look that made her feel guilty. She was well aware that she hadn't been back here for a while, but there was such a large stock of Byrh that it was unthinkable that it would be empty in such a short time! After a few moments, Lorlyn pulled herself together and announced:
"I've got an idea! I'll go and buy some Byrh in Fairhaven, so you'll have something to drink while I make mine again!"
Unfortunately, the herbivores didn't seem to appreciate the idea of consuming a drink other than her own. This was made abundantly clear when a few of them collided with her, sending her satchel flying and crashing into the sawdust. Lorlyn, in a panic, rushed to the bag and was relieved to find that nothing had been broken. But there was a problem. Her very light pacts were gone! It was impossible to teleport, let alone to Fairhaven! She watched the Bolobis chew provocatively on those that hadn't yet been buried under the sawdust. Desperate, Lorlyn realized that her friends wouldn't let her leave until they had a good supply of the beverage worthy of their name at the ready.

And so began months and months of interminable work...