>>6137622You could make out several small dots moving around the landscape, likely the various mages and researchers that inhabited this place. It was hard to believe Alvin was telling the truth. An entire community was living inside a sandstorm.
>“I guess that’s the signal. We’ll table this discussion for now. Let’s go see what this place is all about.”Together with your party and the rest of Alvin’s men, you begin crossing over the dunes to enter Ithaca. As you draw closer to the settlement, it gets harder to believe what you’re seeing. Ithaca is far larger than you had previously thought. Dozens of Morfisians stand idly by, staring out at your party in hushed bewilderment. These people were managing to survive not just in a barren waste, but in the middle of a sandstorm as well. You had numerous questions for Alvin, who you spot waiting for you at the entrance of the settlement. At his side is a portly, dark-skinned man with a bushy white mustache.
“I hope that did not take too long.” Alvin says upon greeting you. “Welcome to Ithaca, my friends! I’d like to introduce you to my esteemed colleague and the leader of this settlement, Adjunct Marlin.”
The bushy man examines you closely through his tiny, beady eyes. Of everyone in your party, you seem to be the only one that he pays any attention to. You stand together in silence awkwardly until he finally says something. “We don’t usually get too many visitors in these parts. Especially ones with, what do you call them…Crests? What’s your name, son?”
>“Tristain d’Rusalka. The next King of Morfis.” You say confidently.“d’Rusalka, is it?” Marlin muses. “So, you’re related to Princess Yulia’s newest advisor. Tristan, would you do me a favor and show me your Crest? I’ve heard of these anomalies, but have never seen one in person. Please, I would greatly appreciate a demonstration.”
>A): Show the Crest of Indech>B): Show the Crest of Macuil>C): Decline>D): Write-in 