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There were notes here, you begin in calm, composed tone so as not to startle your new pal, they’re gone now. Does he know what happened to them?
“Notes…” The Mox repeats as if trying the word on for size, “Many visitors once… scholars. Colleagues. Speak like scholars… debate. Discuss.” His mouth creaks into a crooked grin as nostalgia creeps into his voice. “... I… was a Professor, I think…”
“The notes, Professor,” Presses Toppel with much less patience, “Where did they go?”
“Professor…” He mutters with a hint of pride, “Time is dead here. Didn’t need it. Don’t need it still.” His twitchy expression bends into something resembling contemplation. “Six boots, no rhythm. Small feet, big feet, bigger feet. Always just around the corner–no tribute. No scholaring…” His expression grows grim as if remembering something foul! “... SCHOLARS. THEY. WERE. <span class="mu-i">NOT.</span>”
Three people, you muse to yourself for later reference, one small, one big, and one bigger… it ain’t much, but–
“<span class="mu-s">SILENCE!</span>” Roars Professor Gone as he flails mid-levitation, “S-so… SO silent… for a time… quiet corpses… muffled magic…” He turns to you with an almost pleading look on his eyeless face. “We sat a-trembling until the howling returned… TOO silent… Foul. Wrong. The dead. MUST. BE. HEARD.”
You steal a glance at Toppel as you both reach similar conclusions: some kind of anti-magic device, maybe?
Then again, you can’t read her mind… she might just be thinking about other stuff.
…<span class="mu-i">Degenerate</span> stuff.
In any case, that’s still a lot of intel from a blind maniac. The Spicys in town were overdue for a visit anyways–hopefully you can slip one in before Trier fetches you or whatever!
Speaking of, you begin knowing damn well no one else heard your thoughts, the Nuugal… what’s this about them not dying? The Professor scoffs as if you’d just slapped his mother!
“IMBECILE! The dead <span class="mu-i">DID</span> die! They <span class="mu-i">DID!</span> But then they <span class="mu-i">DIDN’T!</span> What is there to not understand!?”
“A lot, it would seem…” Toppel remarks as she moves to investigate one of the shelves.
“<span class="mu-s">DON’T TOUCH!</span>”
And then she stops! Funny how that works.
“Fragile!” Snarls the Professor as he drifts over to the shelf like an angry leaf bobbing in a pond, “Not for STUDENTS!”
The sorceress opens her mouth, no doubt to respond in a calm, polite manner, but you cut her off. Professor, you begin, can you explain what happened, erm, <span class="mu-i">after</span> the Nuugal died?
>CONTD.
