Victoria Delphire says:
If you still see the prints, keep following them in case they lead to a particular building.
The trail vanishes into a profusion of footprints dotting this settlement. You’re almost certain you won’t be able to retrace where they start again.
foxfyre841 says:
Call out and make your presence known. Lets not get racially profiled twice in one day. Maybe there will be someone who can read.
Well, in the spirit of not being profiled again, might as well.
Holy says:
but wait what if Commander Shavaard’s men are here?
Let’s hope not.
Mossberg says:
See if you can identify any residents and their species. Also to make sure this isn’t a Delaford/Ceveran outpost
Colonel says:
You should announce your presence. Try to find someone who can read your note to you and would be willing to provide some assistance.
Looking ahead you notice a horned gentleman. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Yet.
You call out to them.
The horned gentleman doesn’t react.
“Excuse me!” You shout.
“Ah?”
The horned, old man turns to you.
“Ah, Shama Lees! Hello. Quite the day for the weary traveler. Are you lost, child? “
You approach him. “I… guess you can say that. Where am I, exactly?”
“Well, this humble little hamlet is called Vebruk.”
He rises slowly and extends his hand towards you.
“The name’s Yuovo. And what am I to call this exotic hunter standing before me?”
“My name is Glass. I’m sorry for my waterlogged appearance, it has been a long day.”
“If you need to apologize for your appearance then I better get on what’s left of my knees and pray that the Grand Architect himself doesn’t smite me for how I’ve been treating this old form…”
He lets out a chuckle, “Apologies, Glass. I’ll leave the melodrama to my lovely wife. That being said, I can’t help but notice you have a peculiar accent.
“Oh, I do?”
“You speak your Continental with an elegant growl. Rough like gravel, but still somehow smooth like honey. Nothing like anything I’ve heard around here. Where are you from?”
“From far away: Gnomanya.”
You see his eyebrows rise at your response. “Well I never! I’m exhausted just thinking of that journey alone!”
“To be honest, I am a bit exhausted. It was quite the swim.” You jest, knowing it’s not too far from the truth.
The old man lets out a wheezing laugh. “My wife is going to adore you.”
He continues, “Well, it sounds like the perfect time for someone to try Cohvian coffee. Join me! I’m always itching for stories from beyond since settling down. You youngsters are always out there exploring. In turn maybe I could help get you situated here in Siltria.
Yuovo starts toward his house. “And the first rule in Siltria is that you never pass up roast! Second rule is that you leave your shoes at the door, but it seems you already have that covered.”
Siltria? After all those months you actually made it! And there are no racist tree-heads in sight!
Aaaaah cute!
Watch the tail, Glass… don’t want to get saltwater and sand on the nice old gentleman.