>>6118874The air cools as an uncomfortable silence blankets the shop!
“... It’s an old wive’s tale,” Volkir replies after an uneasy pause, “And a lousy one at that. Why the sudden interest?”
“You didn’t see it?” Asks the Skog with genuine confusion in his tone, “At dawn this morning?”
“I was grinding swampweed,” Volkir sighs with growing impatience, “What was it?”
“I hope it was nothing,” Jhairo concludes with a rattled tilt to his voice, “for all our sakes… Mitaar light your way, meister.”
Reclaiming his confidence, the Temple Guard clears his throat to address his men! “Let’s not tarry, brothers–when the audit’s complete we’re to return to the temple.”
“Is it true, Brother?” Asks one of the armored assistants with awe as they clank towards the exit, “Is it a real dev-”
“Loose lips lose light, Brother…” Jhairo sternly interjects! “Let’s move.”
Departing in a symphony of clanks, the Temple Guards leave you trembling like a leaf on a gusty Autumn evening while your two pals of the fairer sex are still busy picking their tongues up off the ground!
“Alright, fun time’s over,” Grunts Volkir as he ushers you out with a few smacks of his cane against the floor, “SOME people have to work for a living…”
When a few taps on Volka’s hip don’t rouse her, you instead make your way over to the doddering Durher and ask him what they meant by a ‘Crimson Comet.’ Another bark/cough rips from his lips and nearly bowls you over!
“Just a stupid prophecy back from when people believed in the damn things…” Snorts Volkir as if remembering a joke! “I’ll give ya’ the short version: <span class="mu-i">a red light arcing through the morning darkness will herald the beginning of the end of the world as we know it</span>’, so sayeth some moss-covered idiot who probably drowned in a tankard of Ruuppaa ages ago.” Sensing concern in your eyes, the old man rouses you with a cane to your shin! “Keep them ears up, pup–it’s nothin’ but harmless superstition!”
Herded out of the library and back into the main storefront by a series of cane smacks, you and your awestruck amigos are prodded out the door and back onto the city street!
“Don’t come back til’ later, yea?” Instructs Volkir from his swiftly-closing door, “And bring some dinner when ya’ do!”
The slammed door makes the chime hanging over it rattle in protest. Well, you huff, that was… an experience.
“Y-yea…” Stammers Volka, the stars still lingering in her eyes, “We uh.. We should do… whatever we were going to do…”
“Me too…”
Goddamn it…
What’s the plan?
<span class="mu-b">Pastebin Updated: Now With To-Do List! Whillikers!!</span>
https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA>Grab a job at a tavern!>Do that errand for the Innkeep!>Track down Oti!>Head to the Guardhouse–check in about Salty!>Chat with Volka real quick!>Talk with TT!>Write-In! 