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“Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” I manage to get out, holding up a hand “Just give me a moment.” We reached the city after nearly two hours on a horse that was running for its life. And only after Zen helped me get down from the saddle, did I realize I cant feel my legs. At the moment, Sparrow huff
“Zepherin!” He says good-naturedly “What a pleasant surprise!” I gape at them as the old man shakes Zen's hand with ethusiasm. Everything I ever thought I knew about old people is a lie. “I would’ve come in the day,” Zen says calmly “But circumstances forced my hand. I need a favor, Rudolf.” Mr.
I deflate in my seat. So there’s nothing to do but wait. “But, there might be a way to confirm when you should return.” He tells me “We’ll go meet the Seer in the morning. I’m afraid you’d have to wait until then.” “It’s alright,” I smile at him, though even I can tell it looks tired “We woke you
Zen clears out a table for Mr. Rudolf to set the tray down, and then plucks up an armchair for him to take a seat near the table. He has all the manners in the world until he opens his mouth. The aroma of warm stew reaches me and I realize I’m glad Mr. Rudolf suggested food. He hands a bowl each t
I can never make sense of Rudolf’s kitchen. I would like to chalk it up to the fact that I’ve only been in here once before, but the truth of the matter is that it’s a labyrinth best paved by the owner. As Rudolf goes to show Dinah to her lodging, I venture into the kitchen to wash the dishes. It’
By now, Rudolf and Dinah are probably at the Seer's house, and after she gets all her answers, we would head back to SeraphFall this evening. Or we could remain here until then. It would as much for my sake as it would be for hers. It’s odd to have another living being in the Manor, one who isn’t
I reach up a hand to drop the hood of my cloak. The blond priest flinches back in surprise when our eyes meet. “You’re the one who saved my time, really.” I place a hand on the hilt of my long sword “I remember you, trespasser. We have matters to settle.” Another man steps forward then, more senio
“This is the place?” After a much too heavy breakfast, Zen left to fetch Sparrow and Mr. Rudolf and I made our way to where the Seer is supposed to be. Now here we are, standing infront of a tower. There’s no other way to describe it, with robust stones rising up to at least four stories, and a ca