Post by mcian on Dec 13, 2023 10:10:21 GMT -5
As usual, Luna, Malas, the massive mercantile hub that it is, was a hive of activity this morning as Scar paced briskly through its streets toward the central square and thence into the primary building. Being so near to his residence, he was no stranger to the gleaming paladin city, knowing many of its chief officers and merchants by name. He had been summoned by Erwand, the Holy Mage to speak with him at the Sage's Refuge.
"Good morning, friend Scar!" Erwand hailed him as he entered the store. "I see you got my missive. Thank you for being so prompt."
"Good to see you as well," Scar replied in kind though his tone betrayed his sense of concern and urgency.
Without further comment, Erwand offered a small book to him. Scar took it and opened it, quickly reading the message. He looked up. "Who gave this to you?" he asked.
"A courier who expressed the need for anonymity. I tried very hard to extract more information from him, but to no avail. Whoever gave him the task no doubt held some power over him, or had him afraid to talk."
"What did he look like?"
Erwand chuckled. "He wore a hooded robe and a tribal mask. I could not get close enough to him to snatch the mask away to see. Needless to say, he did not linger. He literally ran to the moongate outside."
"Did you read this?"
Erwand frowned. "Of course not. What do you take me for?"
Scar nodded. "My apologies. Thank you, friend. I owe you one."
Erwand smiled. "You owe nothing. Just come around more to visit! Bring some gold with you and buy something," he jested.
"I shall," Scar promised. He returned home to inform Deminatza of the news and show her the book...
jessdmccain.wixsite.com/tales-from-the-ultim/post/928c7d9d-7f71-410c-8470-a1e892da5b43/edit
"Good morning, friend Scar!" Erwand hailed him as he entered the store. "I see you got my missive. Thank you for being so prompt."
"Good to see you as well," Scar replied in kind though his tone betrayed his sense of concern and urgency.
Without further comment, Erwand offered a small book to him. Scar took it and opened it, quickly reading the message. He looked up. "Who gave this to you?" he asked.
"A courier who expressed the need for anonymity. I tried very hard to extract more information from him, but to no avail. Whoever gave him the task no doubt held some power over him, or had him afraid to talk."
"What did he look like?"
Erwand chuckled. "He wore a hooded robe and a tribal mask. I could not get close enough to him to snatch the mask away to see. Needless to say, he did not linger. He literally ran to the moongate outside."
"Did you read this?"
Erwand frowned. "Of course not. What do you take me for?"
Scar nodded. "My apologies. Thank you, friend. I owe you one."
Erwand smiled. "You owe nothing. Just come around more to visit! Bring some gold with you and buy something," he jested.
"I shall," Scar promised. He returned home to inform Deminatza of the news and show her the book...
jessdmccain.wixsite.com/tales-from-the-ultim/post/928c7d9d-7f71-410c-8470-a1e892da5b43/edit