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>Ask about the local happenings.
“It’s a damn shame you won’t be able to check those other options. Ah! Ah! Hhhh…”
There’s a whispery, dulcet tone from behind his mask. The tendrils of which he calls hands clasp and waggle in excitement.
“Open your eyes, you ghoul! There’s whales in the sky and the water runs purple with mucus. You really must have lost a chunk of your memory if you think that’s normal. Ah… The smell of blood… from the Alma Fountain. Like a leaking pustule, something’s gone awry. It’s spilling out to zone 0, and drawing the whales from hibernation. Perhaps if you were at your post over there- doing your job- you could be doing something about that. But what do I know?”
Zacharie is animated, he gestures widely to the gray sky and the whales that dance around the air. You peer up at them, following the trail of his words. They make you feel miniscule.
“Fret not! Fret not! A pedalo ride washed up just past the bank of the shore. If I were you- which I’m not, what do I know, but in the circumstance I was- I would take and ride until I reached one of the quiet little farming shores of Pentel. It’s where the shores are quietest, and your safest bet of making it to land.”
The bile of another question raises to your throat, but before anything materializes, Zacharie is gone, disappearing into the blackness of your peripheral vision. Those merchants and their ability to appear only when needed. What a character!
