[Dezel spends a decent amount of money on Sorey just to make sure he's prepared, happy, and fed before they set out. The bow is of extremely good make. Dezel examines it for at least five minutes while the merchant explains that he has a seraph friend who helps finish the things he sells. His brother is the blacksmith, the man explains, and he has a water seraph quench the metal.
Dezel makes no remark on it. He lets Sorey ponder the meaning of that while they make their way to the Scattered Bones. There's the sound of at least fifteen locks sliding out of place and a shuffle, and then the door opens. Dezel pushes Sorey inside.
It doesn't seem like much. Someone's house, perhaps a little darker than usual.]
Downstairs.
[Whoever granted them access is nowhere to be seen, at least until the basement door creaks open. Then it looks like a proper hideout, complete with oil lamps and cozy bits of furniture. Someone definitely lives here.]
Hey, it's me.
[Suddenly about five people pop out of the woodwork-- one of them literally, a redhead with his hair tied back who emerges from a swinging bookcase. He's armed with at least one hand-and-a-half sword and two daggers, and he's dressed in gray and red. His eyes are a surprisingly-familiar shade of blue. The others appear to be clothed similarly, yet they defer to this leader who can't be much older than Sorey. Maybe twenty five at most. Yet they greet Dezel warmly.
Dezel explains that this is Sorey, the Shepherd of some years past, and he wanted to speak to them. He knows Sorey must be nervous, so he keeps a hand on the middle of Sorey's back. I'm here. See, he can do it, too.]
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Dezel makes no remark on it. He lets Sorey ponder the meaning of that while they make their way to the Scattered Bones. There's the sound of at least fifteen locks sliding out of place and a shuffle, and then the door opens. Dezel pushes Sorey inside.
It doesn't seem like much. Someone's house, perhaps a little darker than usual.]
Downstairs.
[Whoever granted them access is nowhere to be seen, at least until the basement door creaks open. Then it looks like a proper hideout, complete with oil lamps and cozy bits of furniture. Someone definitely lives here.]
Hey, it's me.
[Suddenly about five people pop out of the woodwork-- one of them literally, a redhead with his hair tied back who emerges from a swinging bookcase. He's armed with at least one hand-and-a-half sword and two daggers, and he's dressed in gray and red. His eyes are a surprisingly-familiar shade of blue. The others appear to be clothed similarly, yet they defer to this leader who can't be much older than Sorey. Maybe twenty five at most. Yet they greet Dezel warmly.
Dezel explains that this is Sorey, the Shepherd of some years past, and he wanted to speak to them. He knows Sorey must be nervous, so he keeps a hand on the middle of Sorey's back. I'm here. See, he can do it, too.]