Where Are You?

[[Lucky greys in the shop asking questions and prodding the staff have been lucky enough to be swept into a realm of Boss’ choosing! The shop is there, and all customers and staff, but anything outside this realm cannot be interacted with. Not by you. 

Boss controls this realm. And the greys in this realm are just along for the ride. And like Boss says, they won’t let you go, until they deem you ready to go.

{Boss}: 

And you can go

{Grey}: The hell do you mean, “idiot?!” I went to sell my wares and get immediately banned, that makes me an idiot?

{Lu-Anne}: You must be from the icy lands, with how dense you are. You come down here to the lowlands knowing that the majority of the towns and villages here believe in Thuumism, or some variant of it? You know deer are serious taboo, don’t you?

{Grey}: Well, yeah, but there’s always skeptics.

{Lu-Anne}: Not when it comes to deer. Not this religion. Not these parts. 

{Grey}: What’s the big deal about killing a a damn deer?

{Lu-Anne}: If the superstitions are true, you’ll start seeing deer’s eyes staring at you from the corners of your vision. And some other stuff over time.

{Grey}: ...Like what?