>>6156602Even though he won’t grasp the meaning, you flash your medallion, “Inquisitor Asher,” You don’t give your last name. There’s no need and he wouldn’t understand it’s ‘significance’ anyway, “I’m a part of an organization tasked with tracking down your kind and seeing that you don’t use your,” you gesture to the scattered twenty-first century trinkets littering the bottom of the cell, “abilities to destabilize the kingdom.”
“Aren’t you pretty young to be someone that important, though?”
You affix him with a strange look, “Is that really the question you should be asking right now?”
He again looks around the cage he’s in and sheepishly smiles, “Uh, no?”
“Right, now where is the other guy that was with you?”
“You know about Daxton-?”
“He can’t have gotten much farther!” The man is cut off by shouting from behind you, which sounds remarkably similar to the mayor. Especially all the huffing and puffing that echoes through the cave walls.
“Out of time,” You say as you shove Johan out of the cell, “Where the hell is he?”
“T-they took him further in, uh, are we going to be safe?!”
You shrug, “You will be if you stay close,” Is all you say before resuming your run.
You hear a strangled “F-fuck,” come from behind you, and he falls into step.
Thankfully, it’s not too far until the cave again opens up to a large cavern full of foggy air, stalagmites or tites or whatever, ancient decor, barrels, and cultists. You pull Johan behind an eroded but carved stalagmite with blue gems encrusted into it. Past the side of it, you see three masked men tying an older man up next to the end of the water, which flows into the room in the shape of the top half of a question mark. The gray-haired man seems to be struggling as much as he can, but the cloth in his mouth makes it impossible for him to scream.
“Daxton!” Johan goes to shout, and he would if your hand didn’t clasp his mouth shut. It’s too risky. Besides, two of the cultists are jogging away from the bound man, and the third steps behind him and faces the water. He raises both his arms above his head before starting to chant in a language you can’t understand. Which is very strange, seeing as it’s quite well documented that when a Stranger enters this world, they’re gifted the ability to speak every language as if it were their own. Then, words that sound to be in English break you out of your thoughts.
