The Promised Land

"We... human." Betty said. "We no mean harm. We trade shiny objects for meat and leather clothes."

"Hey now, just because I never finished high school doesn't mean I'm stupid, miss." the janitor said. "Why are ya talkin' to me like I'm a retard?"

"Hmm... you know about things like high school?" Betty said. "So perhaps this isn't a Conan-like world after all?"

"Heavens no!" the janitor said. "This is the Robert E. Howard museum in Cross Plains, Texas. Houses original manuscripts of the Conan the Barbarian author, it does. If you want, I could show them to ya, ladies. I take it you're, uh... some sorta cosplayers?"

"Hmmn..." Betty said, pondering. "We're in Texas, therefore we shouldn't be too far from my house, Astra."

"I see." Astra said, a bit put-off that this wasn't a fantasy world.

1. Follow the janitor to see the original, sacred manuscripts.
2. Politely refuse and look for a ride to Betty's house.

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