RP:Waking in Winter

From HollowWiki

Summary: Trent wakes and finds himself heading to the city of Schezerade with the aide of the gauntlet's compass-like glow. He meets a one winged avian named Yoshika and a peculiar metal handed woman named Celaeno.

Dec. 31st, 2017



Rebirth:

Steel blue eyes open. Milous... again? The landscape has changed. White- No, snow. It's bitter and cold. Trent rises to his feet and looks around, wondering how long it has been. Much like before he would start to walk toward Cenril, until he noticed the gauntlet's glow. It was leading west? Trent followed the road through Kelay and down toward Xalious, where the glow would grow stronger. It lead him through the village and to a portal that would act as the pathway to the sky city, Schezerade. What mystery lie here?



Glimmering pathway

When the sun is high and the beams strike the marble pathway, tiny flecks of gold reflect and light up with path with a shimmer. The path leads on to the Chamber of the Raan, the great house of the Senators and people. The path bleeds with decadence, giving off the feeling that only the just and worthy should tread upon the ground.



Staggered steps. Dishevelled appearance. Something was not quite right with the blonde haired spellblade as he ventured through the city streets without aim. Stone cold eyes had trouble focusing, the silver gauntlet that encased his left hand brought up to clutch at the side of his throbbing head. What was this place? Where had he been lead? He had barely just woken, once again upon the Milous plain, when the gauntlet began to emanate that soft aura that had long before lead the man to the tower nestled deep into the Xalious mountain. And so, much like that expedition he took with his friend Meri, Trent followed along until he found himself in the city of faux angels- one of the current homes of the Avian race. Something about the structure, the people, it set off explosions in his mind. There was a sense of familiarity, yet it was vague. Fleeting.Whatever it was, it seemed to drain the man, and he soon found himself falling against a building to the west, shaky legs determined to keep himself from crumpling into a ball on the ground.


Yoshika was out exploring this new found land. Since he had never seen the floating city in its entirety he found it a nice break from his combat training for the battle the he knew lay ahead. As he walked the path taking in the sights he could hear a rustling coming from another direction. As he continued to walk forward he placed his hand on his katanas handle ready to block from whatever may attack. It wouldn’t be the first time he was attacked on the road and surely wouldn’t be the last. The noise he heard started to become louder in its approach and turning to see what it was….it was just a man who looked like he spent to much of last night or this morning hitting the bottle. Letting go of his katana he walked over to see what he could do to help the man. “Hi there, did you need some help ?” he asks.


Trent managed to find focus in his vision, those steel blue eyes coming to fixate over the being that was offering aide. It was a bit of a struggle, but the blonde haired male managed to push himself upright, his back coming into contact with the wall behind him to help save some energy. “What… what is this place? Where am I?” he asked in confusion. The katana at Yoshika’s side was observed and noted, the rest of the Avian’s attire take into account soon after. He knew of the race, he knew what they were known as, and yet, he could not recall anything else that was of relevance, When the fingers on the gauntlet began to suddenly grow restless, Trent shoved his hand into the pocket of his trenchcoat as a measure of safety.


Yoshika took a step back as the man stood himself back up against a wall. ‘Wow this guy really hit hard not knowing where he is, did he start his bender somewhere else and end up here ?’ He thought. Reaching in the back of is chest armor he opens a carry on slot that has some dried peppered meat. Breaking it in half he takes a bite and holds out the other for the man to take. “You are on the floating city of Schezer something... “ he says unsure of what its actually called. “Im new to this place myself, and you look like you’ve had a rough time. Have a bite maybe it will help you clear your head” he says as he starts to motion the food in front of him.


“Schezer...Schezer… Schezer..” The word kept repeating over and over in an autonomous manner, until suddenly something seemed to be spit out. “Schezerade.” Trent looked quite puzzled, and wondered how he knew that name. At first he were about to refuse the offered food, when from inside his stomach came a low rumble. How long had it been since he had eaten? “Thank you…” he speaks, taking the offered piece of preserved meat. It was a slow chew while Trent tried to fully get himself adjusted to his new surroundings, those calculated and cold eyes leaping from structure to structure to see if anything at all would ring with recognition. “New?” he asked, once more glancing to the Avian. “Have you travelled far?”


Yoshika watches as the mysterious man eats the food offered. Yoshika rests a bit as the two of them eat the food in kind of an awkward situation. “Well my name is Yoshika” he says to move conversation forward. “I came here in search of a competitive edge against someone who I must face in combat one day.” he says as he finishes the food that he held. Eying the man in front of him unable to get a read on him…” would you like to move out of the street?” Yosh Asks


Trent couldn’t quite shake the throbbing in his head. The effervescent glow of the gauntlet had long subsided. Had he lost the trail of whatever was up here? “Sure.” the man replied, pushing himself off of the wall he was resting against. “You can call me.. Trent.” The remainder of the peppered meat was stuffed into his maw, footsteps still a bit on the sluggish side as he followed alongside Yoshika. He was unsure as to where they were travelling, but his eyes continued to fall over the various feats of architecture that made up this city of winged humanoids. “A competitive edge? For what reason are you intending to face this person in combat? For sport? Vengeance?” The unarmored of Trent’s hands now slipped into the pocket of his coat much like the other had a few moments earlier, while they walked the streets to a destination unknown.


Yoshika greeted the man with a hand on his shoulder. He began to realize that he was no threat. “Well since we're new here we can explore it together.”, he says with a friendly grin on his face. As the walked Yosh made sure to keep his one wing down and tucked in to not draw attention to the fact the he only had one and that it had a gaping hole where a feather had been pulled out. “Ive only been here for a short while, tell me what is it that bring you here” yosh asks politely trying to get info from the man he walked with.


A stern glance was given to the hand that fell upon shoulder, yet nothing would be said. There had been no reaction from the gauntlet concealed by pocket, and so Trent figured that there was no harm in the action. Steel blue looked upon the face of the Imperial Library as they traversed the busy road, the human not quite noticing that Yoshika was missing a wing. It’s not that he was typically unobservant, but it really did feel like he was coming out of a long night of uninterrupted drinking. “I…” he began, trying to figure out exactly why he had come to this city of winged people. He didn’t exactly want to speak of the gauntlet and its ability to act as a compass in some situations, and instead sought to go with the more believable story. “I think… I am lost. One too many the night before, I am sure.” Not too far in the distance, Trent spied a tavern and as they ventured in its general direction, he took his turn to ask, “Where is it you had come from?”


Yoshika could certainly believe he was lost. Most of the time Yoshika wandered around not knowing where he was at or how to get to where he was going. As they walked his katana swayed from his waist and could be heard make faint clanking sounds and Yosh could be seen looking at it as if it was communicating to him through the sounds it was making. Looking back at the man he tells him “ I am from a clan of samurai that lives in exclusion. We do this so we have no distraction and can become great warriors, But I was exiled and now i'm a bit of a wanderer. How about yourself ?” he asks again.


Schezerade Tavern

The door of the local tavern was pushed open with a heavy creak, faded boots leading the blonde haired male’s entrance. It took a moment for his cold gaze to adjust to the change in lighting, but when it did so, the first thing the man would do was head for the bar. He needed a drink. “A samurai? I have.. not heard of such a warrior. It must get lonesome to live in exclusion, I would assume.” Trent hailed the barkeep and ordered for himself only water; It was best to continue with this illusion of hangover recovery for the time being. Yoshika’s drink would be paid for in advance, should the wandering warrior wish for anything, himself. It was the least Trent could do, considering the kindness he was shown. “I am… a wanderer too, you could say.” Both hands re-emerged from the pockets of his coat, with the one coated in silver set atop the counter and used to hold his drink. He figured it would be best to keep the thing busy. “Although, I suppose for the most part, I have settled down. I found residence in the town of Gualon.”


Yoshika excuses himself for a moment to find a washroom.


Celaeno sits at one of the marble tables with their unmoving chairs, still studying the place with a puzzled frown. It was prettier than other establishments and certainly smelled nicer for all the flowers set throughout the place. One of the twin waitresses sets a cup of steaming tea down in front of her and the half-elf nods her thanks. The server that had taken her order promised directions to the university when Celaeno finished with her drink, so for the moment, she enjoyed the serene atmosphere. When she goes to pick the tea up and brings it to her lips for a trial sip, the motion exposes some silver hand armor of her own, a pair covered in softly glowing runes. The inquisitive young mage does spare a glance the strangers' way when their conversation makes her ears perk. The blonde man's hand steals the majority of her attention at first, though as she leans forward and squints at the armor. Why only wear one? Perhaps it had other uses. And that word 'samurai' was a new one she ponders as she gazes toward his avian conversation partner. The two men might feel they're being watched…


The gentle rapping of talon-tipped fingers danced along the counter top, the glass that had been held now left on its own. The drumming seemed agitated or anxious, although Trent tried his best to pay no mind. Yoshika, given the situation, had excused himself briefly to find a washroom. This left cold steel eyes slowly drifting over the various patrons that spent their afternoon in this luxurious and well crafted tavern. As he figured, there were no faces that seemed familiar. No one that he knew. None that even triggered a remote response in the back of his mind. Why exactly had the gauntlet lead him here? What was it about this city that he was supposed to see? These thoughts would be interrupted as Trent finally spied amongst the crowd, a woman who also wore metal upon her hands. At first he shrugged it off, until he spied some sort of soft glow and strange shapes decorating the silvery armor; And it did not help that she had been looking in the general direction of where he and Yoshika had been speaking. The metallic digits ceased their motion quite unexpectedly while Trent in turn stared back at Celaeno, a polite nod in greeting offered toward her.


Celaeno 's nose wrinkled a bit as she noted the rapping, and the sharp edge the pointed ends of those fingers gave it. Perhaps the wearer only had that odd piece of armor for aesthetic reasons? Right as she meant to move back to her tea, though, the remaining one of the pair locked eyes with her and caught her in the act. Her cheeks heat up and she offers a stiff nod in return. "Hello, sir," she offers, not sure what else to do in light of the situation.


Yoshika came back from the emergency that he had to take care of to find his friend sitting at a table with someone else. Oh this was unexpected he thought. Who might this be ? Taking a sip from the drink he had he looks down and asks “ To which of you do I owe this to”waving the mug around “It's much appreciated.” he says


Trent had left his position at the bar and approached Celaeno’s table quite casually. It was not typically his usual motif, but those appendages of hers had caught his curious eye. “Greetings, miss. I hope this is not too forward of me, but, your armor. Upon your hands. What… are those symbols?” With Yoshika’s return, the blonde haired male nods to the samurai. “You are welcome. Thank you for the assistance earlier.” His own metal clad hand formed a ball as the fingers closed in upon the palm, and for now, it seemed to be well behaved. The glass of water he had ordered was sipped upon, and his observation of her hands went further on until the half-elf would answer- Or tell them to take a hike.


Celaeno blinks a moment as the stranger approaches, taking a moment to process the situation, but his question leads her to glance down at her own armor-clad hands--or so it appeared--that held her tea aloft. At first she doesn't reply, looking between the two men with doe-eyes before she finds her wits again and takes a sip. It was worth the slight burn to her tongue to buy a few more seconds. "They're runic enchantments, of my own design," she answers once she sets her cup back on its saucer. She also took the opportunity to peruse the stranger's silver hand a bit closer, noting what could possibly be engravings along its underside. "And what of your markings?" Toward the Avian she bows her head, "I am Celaeno. And the two of you?"

Yoshika watches as the two talk and introduce themselves. With a slight clatter the sword at his hip starts to knock against the table and he looks down at it glaringly as if he's scolding it silently. Looking back to Celaeno Yoshika adjusts his shoulders and makes sure to keep his one wing tight to his body. “I am Yoshika the traveling samurai he says quietly not sure who would listening in on their conversation. Leaning in to her he puts his hand out in greeting.


What were the odds that a runic enchanter would be present here this day? Was this why he was brought here? Was this the person he was meant to find? Trent looked down at his hand, searching for some sort of telltale sign. No glow. No movement. Perhaps it needed rest. The leather sleeve of his jacket was pulled back to reveal the gauntlet in its entirety, the thing fastened all the way to his elbow. Along the outer edge, symbols of a dialect he could not understand, but recognized as the language of the damned- Something revealed by the demon of Arrecation’s army, Sacrilus. “I was told it was a… binding. A curse.” Those steel blue eyes shift briefly to Yoshika’s weapon, one blonde brow lifted as he noted the samurai’s glare. “How vast is your knowledge in such enchantment? Forgive me for prying.” It was then that Trent straightened himself upright, a slight nod issued in place of an out-stretched hand. “Trent.” he would reply.


Celaeno gingerly shakes Yoshika's hand, her grip not so firm, and he might note the more obvious links of her arm-wear clicked together in an odd way. But she draws her hand away and folds her fingers together atop the table. "Pleased to meet you, Mister Yoshika. I too travel, yet I've never heard that word. Is it something like a trader or a marker of your heritage like the term 'gypsy' carries?" And her eyes also flick down to the sword, though she doesn't make comment on its odd motioning. Trent's gauntlet, rather long for any traditional sort, makes her lean forward and her lips purse. Parts of the damned dialect seemed...a bit familiar, definitely unsettling, but she gives him a light shake of her head as she digs through the stuffed backpack set beside her chair. "Do have a seat if you like." She withdraws a notebook, a stylus with more runes engraved on it, and an plugged inkwell. Each she sets on the table in an odd sort of ritual, the stylus parallel with the journal and centered above its tip. "The same sentiments toward you, Mister Trent, of course. My knowledge is decent enough in the alphabets I know already. But I am somewhat new to these lands. They are, however, far more vast with libraries. I think some further reference could be found, if you wouldn't mind me copying the inscription down. I assume, like many cursed objects, you can't remove it very easily."


Yoshika turned his head in confusion. Both of the new people that he met seemed to know an awful lot about magic and curses something he knew nothing about. Well mostly...Tilting his head to side he looks at Celaeno “ You’ve never heard of a samurai” he says confused” “We are a warrior class, trained to be some of the best” he says but lacking in pride. He looks over where his missing wing is and adjusts his armor so it's not so visible.


“Indeed. This is a class of warrior that seems unheard of in this land. You must have ventured far.” Trent states to the one winged avian. The notebook and stylus were observed, a curious tone situating itself over Trent’s face. He sits when offered, the tail of his trench coat lifted to make it easier to be seated. “It can’t be removed at all from my experience.” he says plainly. The gauntlet is offered out to the woman to observe and sketch from; Metal digits seeming to flex and writhe whenever Celaeno leaned in. This had Trent on alert for the time behind, should anything happen. “By all means, help yourself.”


Celaeno nods in agreement with the blonde man, taking in the one-winged avian's armor and only then noticing that one seemed to be missing. This too goes without comment, though he may detect a subtle softening of her expression and a new, admiring smile quirks her mouth, however slight. "Is it only skill that distinguishes one or a special set of combat forms?" Splitting her attention between the two seems to go smoothly enough so far, even as she starts to copy down the infernal scrawl and other parts of the enchantment upon Trent’s gauntlet. She leaves gaps in some characters where there shouldn’t be and adds little embellishments to others. Given that it was a written curse, she didn’t want to do an exact rendering on her own page, lest she accidentally trigger something. One did have to be careful with these kinds of things. The twitching digits did give her pause a moment, though she leans away from it a bit more as she tackles the last half, should they not spring out beforehand. “How did you get it, if I may ask?”


Yoshika sat back in the chair and set the katana on his lap to keep it out of the way. Sipping his drink slowly and eyeing those in the room with him to keep close attention. Watch the two at his table as well. Something didn’t sit well with him. The one he walked in with Trent seemed drunk at first but know he wasn’t so sure. Hearing all the talk of curses and runes had him a bit worried. While he sat there a patron of the bar walked past and grazed into the part of his missing wing causing him to gasp and flinch. Turning to look at who it was they had already moved past and were in the group of people. Having a look of disgust he turned back to those he was with. “Can either of you tell me is there a spell or enchantment for regenerating lost limbs.


Of all the marks showcased on the gauntlet, the only one to be obscured from view was that which lie in the palm; The hand in which it was contained flipped over and stood rigid on its fingers like some sort spider. The index finger tapped its razor sharp nail upon the table in a gentle manner, either habitual or in a fit of boredom. "I am not sure, I'm afraid. In the land of strong willed magic, I do not see why there couldn't be. I suppose you'd need to find an adequate healer. Or, perhaps some sort of expert craftsman to make some sort of prosthetic." he spoke, to Yoshika. Celaeno was looked to next, her answer just as lacking. "I woke up with it." It was his turn now to ask a question, his gaze trailing down to the pair of silver gauntlets she too wore. He had noticed that she had no other telltale signs of armor, so it seemed a bit odd. "Why do you wear armor only on your hand? Is it for enchanting purposes? Are they weapons of some sort?" It was more idle conversation, perhaps to learn a bit more about the woman who was taking note of the various symbols that inhabited his left arm.

Celaeno 's lips press together in a line. "Hmm, regeneration would be an interesting thing to look into," she mused a moment. "As far as enchantments goes, a prosthesis would be a good route for something ordinary. Magically enhanced they can be very handy and do more than an average limb can do. Though...it also depends on how specialized that limb's purpose is, what sort of dimensions it needs, etc." She copies down the last of the script, that which she could catch before throwing a little glare at that hand. When she glances between the rather cordial owner of the limb in question, her head quirks down at the gauntlet again. "I see it also has a mind of its own. Usually that means very potent forces at work. You have my sympathies." She glances between both of them when Trent brought up the purpose of her odd armor. In practiced motions that were starting to become comfortable in this new land, she loosens the leather binding holding her left piece on her forearm. When she tugs off the gauntlet, only a rounded off wrist covered by a black stocking and empty air where a fleshly hand would traditionally be. Some of the runes went dark when it left contact with her arm. "I personally recommend the enchantment route, it has done me well."


Trent was fairly impressed with Celaeno's knowledge of methods for limb regeneration or prosthetics. This was the first time in quite some time that he made have found someone that could give him some sort of answer. He could only nod when she gave her sympathies- She had no idea how much of a pain it had been. As the half-elf revealed her condition, Trent understood fully why she knew so much about the subject of missing limbs. "That is... interesting." he comments. "Disability by birth, or earned?" There's a look of surprise as he adds, "Forgive me. I'm sure it's none of my business."


Celaeno :: "It's fine. It I wasn't open to some questions, I wouldn't have done my little trick." She gives a wry grin toward Trent as she offers something of an answer. "They were taken, actually," she says as she straps the artificial limb back on. The leather whines as she tightens it. "There are benefits to them, though. And once I warmed up to them, life didn't seem quite so bleak.”


Yoshika excuses himself to go attend to some matter or another.


One things about Trent was that he was a bit dry on the humor side in most cases, especially in company of newer strangers- He was always so serious, even with friends. With a nod, he studied her artificial limbs, taking a moment to admire the craftmanship of both their structure and enchantments that were placed upon them. "Taken? A bet gone wrong?" As the woman was reaffixing the gauntlets, Trent's own armored hand suddenly reached out and took hold of one of the items in its firm grasp. Trent looked more than mortified. His freehand grasped the wrist and pulled, the hand letting go of Celaeno almost immediately. "My greatest apologies!"


Celaeno hums a moment in thought, as if seriously considering the comparison. "Somewhat. It was a gamble I lost, to be sure, but not in the traditional sense." As the taloned thing suddenly grabbed her own equipment, she grunts as it pulls on the already tightened straps on her forearm. At least they stayed on as Trent got control of his rogue limb. She narrows her eyes down at it, tucking her hands under her robe sleeves. "You know, one possible solution to removing it would be to chop it off. I make very effective knives that cauterize on contact..." It had to be an attempt at dark humor, right? Or a warning to the possessed arm that she would be more than happy to carry it out? The reassuring smile she offers to Trent seemed to suggest the former. "Does it have any other antics it's tried since you got it?"


Trent was quite unphased by the woman's suggestion, that steeled gaze dropping to watch the hand writhe in defiance. "I've thought about it plenty of times, in all honesty. Although, I could not say that I would not miss it." There's something that hints at a smirk, yet not quite defined. This seemed to settle the hand as it rested against the table without further incident as the man weighed Celaeno's question. He was not sure if he wanted to answer exactly, given all that he could recall. Still, she may be able to help. "It would be easier to say of the things that it has not done to me. It is a temperamental thing at times. I have been a part of bar brawls. I have seen it aim to kill someone. I have seen it actually..." He frowns, thinking back to a dear friend he had not seen in some time. "..show compassion. as of late, it seems to act as some sort of beacon. In fact, it is why I am here."


Celaeno quirks her head to one side as she glances between the man and the appendage he apparently had some affection for, though he could very well mean the arm it contained. The antics he described had her nodding along, something she figured from the 'cursed object' description, but the compassion bit did come as a surprise. "That does seem to make for an adventurous existence, unpredictable. Though..a beacon?"


The leather sleeve of the blonde haired man's jacket was pulled down over the gauntlet to the wrist, the cursed object resting upon the table with his bare hand slipped over top. "Yes, a beacon. It started a couple of months back." Trent didn't realize that it had been much, much longer than that. He had yet to find out that it had been at least six months since his last appearance, and at least another six before that. "A... friend and I, we were headed toward Xalious when the gauntlet began to emit a soft glow. It grew stronger as we headed north, up the mountain, until we came upon a tower. At the top of this tower was some sort of... map. Of stars. We tried to study it, but things grew a little strange. We left without answer." Trent reaches for his water and takes a sip, before concluding his explanation. "Just recently, something similar happened. It lead me to this city before the glow suddenly ceased. I am not sure what to make of it."


Celaeno glanced down at her journal where she'd jotted down the engravings. She traced the lines with the tip of her finger and hummed with some thought as her mind worked. It was certainly intriguing. "Perhaps this place has another map of sorts as well? Perhaps you should read about local constellations, they could have some significance to interpreting where it leads." She purses her lips as finishes underlining the so-called curse with her finger. "Better leading you somewhere than leading something to you, but still. It might be prudent of you to research a bit about its...motives before following it next time."

There was a newfound look of determination in Trent’s eye. What Celaeno was speaking, her thoughts and observations toward another map- This had never occurred to him. Yet, if that was the case, why did the beacon stop? Did the gauntlet run out of energy? Was it the presence of Yoshiko? The speculations were numerous. “That… is a very good idea, Celaeno.” he said, finally cracking a smile. It wouldn’t last long, however. His gaze dropped to the table and watched the movement of her finger trace the outline of the cursed dialect, the next voiced bit of guesswork had him sigh before his response. “I… am not sure where I would even begin, truthfully. Most roads have lead to dead ends. The only time I have gotten any sort of an answer, is when I followed the beacon. I know it is foolish, but I feel as though it might be the only way I will find out about my past.”


Celaeno 's eyebrows pinched together as he talks of dead ends, of wanting to find answers. It struck her as familiar in the moment and that perhaps made her lean forward and fold her fingers together atop the table. "So, you have a kind of amnesia or merely mysterious origins?" She liked puzzles, generally, even if they did come from other people. A virtual stranger, at least for the moment, seemed a welcome distraction. "And what happened the last time you made any progress? Did the light glow brighter or did it blink out entirely once you found what it was looking for?"


Trent seemed a bit troubled as he stared upon the silver appendage that had been more than problematic in the past. He was tired of repeating this story over and over again- And in a way, it was a perfect reflection of his life, seeming to relive those same days, over and over again. “Amnesia.” he uttered. “Three- no, perhaps is has been about six months since I woke upon the plain east of Kelay, just before the bridge that spans into Cenril.” his calculation was off by a couple of years at this point, but he would never know. “I had on my person, all that I wear now, and a couple of trinkets. From these, I extrapolated that my name, at least I think it is my name, is Trent. Outside of this, everything is black. There have been.. Incidents... that have revealed visions to a friend of mine, Meri. Although, none of them make sense.” His shoulders lift slowly, “I am not sure. I suppose it would glow brighter when we went in the correct direction. It stopped once we were at the top of the tower hidden in the mountain. It is where we found this star map- But I have been watching the skies every night, and I have yet to see this specific combination of stars.”


Celaeno :: "Meri? Do you remember if she is by chance an artist in Larket? Inking skin?" Her tea had long since grown cold, half-unfinished, but she takes a few more sips anyways of the now-bitter drink to allow her mental gears a few extra moments to turn. "Hmm, perhaps the fact that it has stopped glowing means there is something here, then. About where abouts did it stop exactly? Another hidden place or right out in the open? Perhaps there was something you didn't notice?"


The steel blue of Trent’s gaze somewhat lit up as soon as Celaeno offered a description that sounded like this friend. “Larket? Not that I know of. She worked in Rynvale, for a woman named Lita. I am surprised she changed locations without so much as a word.” He still didn’t know. Hell, she didn’t even know he was even alive. Before he could reveal more, the gauntleted hand lifted and fell upon blonde hair, the male’s face twisting with pain. Something seemed to have triggered another headache. Slowly, he rose to his feet, prepared to take his exit; But before he would do so, he would at least give some sort of information in parting. “I’m not… sure. Somewhere on the main street, some ways west of here. I had been not well and feeling dizzy, so I missed when it had stopped. It was around the time that samurai found me. I am sorry, miss Celaeno. I am once again feeling unwell. Do you have some way I may contact you? Some place I might find you? I would be glad to speak more about this once I get a good night’s rest.”


Celaeno glances toward the door, where the spot he spoke of lay, her eyebrows going up with evident further intrigue. Though she understood his need to retreat for the evening, so she leaves it with a nod of her head. "Indeed, I'll see what research I can do in the meantime. At the moment I am staying in the Xalious Mage Tower. The library there should certainly help..." She could only hope.