>>6047579>>6047327>>6047322>>6047084>>6047064>>6047046“Whence this armour even came from?” you asked, drawing near the table.
“From here and there,” she said with a short shrug. “From battles, from the smithy’s forge, from the Demon King.”
You hesitated. “And the underwear?”
“Peculiar things you are curious about, hero,” she said, her voice steady. “From long ago, I can’t recall where it’s from.”
You wanted to question her about each oddity, but the small stones had piqued your interest the most.
“Are those magical?” you asked, scooping a crudely shaped stone from the earthen bowl.
Miranna’s arm darted out, picking a different, yet similar rough rock. She briskly scuffed the stone surface.
“In a way, hero! Those are superb,” she exclaimed, excitement in her voice. “Here, circle your finger around like this.”
You mimicked her motion, tracing your thumb against the embedded continuous spiral, the trace lighting up with a glowing azure dust; cool yet vivid. You kept going; were you about to unleash a magic spell?
As your finger reached the centre, the ethereal shimmer intensified, the spiral's light beaming like an enchanted beacon.
You held it aloft, at an arm’s length, while Miranna semi-clutched her fists and leaned in in anticipation.
https://files.catbox.moe/793gtb.mp3The stone trembled in your hand, a growing thrum emanating from its core, through its pitted grain, soon escalating to a loud intricate melody. The sound filled the masonry gaps, then echoed off them. Enchanted instruments filled the air.
Miranna bopped her head in tune, her dishevelled white hair tousling, the stone in her hand left unlit, as if not to intervene with the melody unfurling from yours.
Distant flutes, violins and horns unleashed bold crescendos, strings straining against the steady breaths. Relentless drumming conjured visions of an unseen battle, the cadence shifting and skimming across the chamber’s span with overwhelming crescendoing thrills. One by one, the sounds had ebbed, and the stone’s light waned.
She gave you another stone. “Try this one,” she urged, her lips’ edges chapping. “It’s even better!”
The room’s wooden door was struck with a series of knocks, followed by a soft squishy voice.
“Nettle Harpy, General.” Called the voice from the other side “The Demon King asks your presence.”
Damn, had they heard the stone’s song? Of course she heard the stone, it came out as loud as a dragon’s bellow!
“Is the door locked?”
“No, shouldn’t be. I’ve lost the key … ages ago!”
> Tell Miranna not to answer back, and as soon as the demon walks away, sneak out.> Have Miranna answer the door, and promise to the demon that she’ll be there, or similar.> Ask for Miranna to sneak out through the balcony, and try another breach-in spot.> [Write In] 