With little in the way of fanfare or explanation, πππππ would find a small red πππππππ cache left in one of her usual haunts.
β User πππππ registered, β hums a serene robotic voice. β Compiling data and initializingβ¦ β
With a low mechanical whirring sound, the top of the cube would proceed to unfold and remove itself seemingly of its own accord as though it could sense ππππ's presence, revealing the contents within: a handsomely-filled sack of πππππππ ππππππ ππππππ, a custom-made long-range rifle constructed from salvaged parts from ππππ πππ (although the gun is far less automatic in nature then the average πππππππ weapon), as well as a covered tureen of soup and a garlic-buttered panini still piping-hot thanks to the container's advanced temperature regulation system. Beneath it all was tucked a hand-written note. Penned in an elegant scrawl of blue ink are the words, Use it well.
Hilda, with her eyes wandering through the wilderness of Azys Lla with certain skypirating folks, stumbled upon an enigmatic Allagan cache. It was as if the object had been waiting for her all along. Well, she deserves it after a long while of walking about with them and so far the endeavor had been fruitless until now. Her heart leaped with wonder and awe, as it's always done so in the face of rare commodities. At the same time, her eyes widened in amazement at the intricate patterns and symbols that adorned its surface, shining in the discomforting light of the skies.
The cache seemed to fit right into her hands, and if she didn't know any better, she'd assume it was crafted in her name. As Hilda reached out to touch the cache, a voice, strange and ominous, echoed through the air, sending shivers down her spine. It seemed to know her and called out to her in a way that made her question the reality of what was happening. She dropped it momentarily in surprise, but the voice continued to speak, a pull towards the object making her pick it up once more in a hurried manner. It was offering her something she couldn't resist, a deep-seated desire within her. What's a woman to do but surrender?
With every unfolding of the cache, it revealed a new mystery, a new wonder, and a new boon, each one more captivating than the last. First, a weighty sack of silver pieces, each intricately crafted with the unmistakable touch of Allag, glinting within. Next, a rifle with refined machinations, a work of art that would make any gunslinger tremble with envy. And yet, the cache had more to offer. Hilda was taken aback when the object presented her with a sumptuous feast, with food that tantalized her taste buds and left her feeling sated and content. The cache knew exactly what she desired, a small meal to satisfy not just her hunger but her soul.Β
These Allagan bastards. They're something else, alright.
"Hmm. I won't say no to that."
