01-02-2018, 09:03 PM
Dawn brought with it a revival to the town, along with a glaring ball of fire that made the Sage squint as he moved through town. There would be only a brief window of time before the sun’s heat became oppressive and people would move back indoors. The Sage started to move, in search of the early traders who would be setting up shop. Graowr hopping off of the bannister with a display of casual ability that always left the Sage feeling oddly defensive.
“We have a short window… uh… warrior?” he paused, but did not stop moving, I have been so preoccupied with what she is, I have barely scratched the surface of who she is… and that will likely in the end prove more pressing… sloppy!
“It occurs to me that I know even less about you than I had thought. How do people label you?”
“Huh? Someone stuck a label on me?” the majin’s neck extended unnaturally, seeking for the supposed sticker. The Sage rolled her eyes, but supposed he should have expected her interpretation to be literal.
“No, your name. If we are to be allies in this endeavor, I cannot be calling you a melted blue candle.” The Sage spotted a merchant who seemed to be setting up a display of imported cloths from Ambrosia.
“Oh my name is Graowr” said the blue alien nonchalantly, and the Sage bit off asking her to spell it, for both their sanity, “What’s yours?”
“unimportant, call me Sage if you need one.” He said, realizing how quickly this topic could go sideways.
“What? That’s boring! Why don’t…” Graowr started, but the Sage pointedly raised his voice to address the merchant before the conversation went further.
“Excuse me sir!” The Sage called out, and the reptilian looked up in alarm at the interruption to his daily routine, “have you perchance any information on an astronomer who has recently moved into this town?”
“Wait, you’re looking for an astronomer too? Neat!” Graowr commented, eliciting a slight sigh from the Sage, and a cursory stare from the reptilian. Very gecko-like now that I look at him the Sage thought as the merchant sized the two primes up before replying with a slightly cocked head.
“What’sss it to ya?” came the voice, sliding in pitch with a dry rasp. The Sage was expecting this, Graowr was hard to mistake as anything but a prime, and even his own attempts to lay low would probably still be noticeable to anyone who could see the numerous bandaged injuries that the Sage seemed to be more or less ignoring. He concentrated for a moment, and a shard of pure Omnilium manifested into being in his hand. He offered it to the merchant, who took it quickly and glanced unblinkingly towards the majin with expectation. For her part, the blue alien returned the stare with complete incomprehension.
“Information now?” the Sage asked, with mounting impatience, there had to be easier ways. The Gecko’s head jerked back to face the Sage, and Graowr gave a slight whoop of victory.
“There’sss an assstronomer holed up three doorsss down from the mayor’sss housse. Last place he’d exccpect and all that… Roland’sss not too keen on him. Sssays he’ll bring Imperial trouble. Ssso far all he’sss done is buy thingsss though, so bugger ‘m I’d ssay.” The Gecko started to appraise the two primes with a renewed interest. Clearly cloth wasn’t the only thing the creature found a commodity.
“Yes. Thank you” The Sage said brusquely, and pulled the majin away by the arm. He only hesitated a moment when the putty creature’s limb stretched abnormally before Graowr noticed and started to follow him.
“So we know where we’re going?” she asked with evident excitement. Was she not even listening to the conversations? Externally the Sage only nodded, and moved through the streets of the Town. In the back of his mind, he mulled over the trader’s words. He could not be certain, she carried no visible symbol, but he believed that Graowr was technically under Imperial pay, and whether ignorant or no, assisting her in this task might end up being detrimental to his own plans in the future, and trying to steal away with the artifact after the fact seemed ill informed…
It was a puzzle that he would have to align, and soon, but for now he simply had to find the star piece to begin with. Spotting the poorly kept shack that Roland’s people referred to as his office, the Sage made his way to the door of the building that the astronomer was supposed to be staying at. The Sage continued past it and turned to face Graowr, hoping mostly in vain that his explanation was going to leave much of an impact on the alien.
“Alright listen carefully. This is going to be a delicate situation. I have a forged document from another of the astronomers that we can use to get our foot in the door, but this astronomer is from Dalaran, and has spent almost a year on the very edge of Empire-controlled locales. He’s going to be apprehensive and stressed, and knowing our luck he’s going to have seen you punch a whole through my chest on the Dataverse and be very suspicious. Whatever you do. Do not tell him you are an Imperial agent, understood?”
Graowr stared back at him lackadaisically her mind clearly vacant from the conversation. He almost considered trying to leave her outside for the discussion, but knowing her, that would only lead to an inopportune discovery. The Sage could only hope for the best. He cracked his neck, composed himself, and pushed open the door.
“We have a short window… uh… warrior?” he paused, but did not stop moving, I have been so preoccupied with what she is, I have barely scratched the surface of who she is… and that will likely in the end prove more pressing… sloppy!
“It occurs to me that I know even less about you than I had thought. How do people label you?”
“Huh? Someone stuck a label on me?” the majin’s neck extended unnaturally, seeking for the supposed sticker. The Sage rolled her eyes, but supposed he should have expected her interpretation to be literal.
“No, your name. If we are to be allies in this endeavor, I cannot be calling you a melted blue candle.” The Sage spotted a merchant who seemed to be setting up a display of imported cloths from Ambrosia.
“Oh my name is Graowr” said the blue alien nonchalantly, and the Sage bit off asking her to spell it, for both their sanity, “What’s yours?”
“unimportant, call me Sage if you need one.” He said, realizing how quickly this topic could go sideways.
“What? That’s boring! Why don’t…” Graowr started, but the Sage pointedly raised his voice to address the merchant before the conversation went further.
“Excuse me sir!” The Sage called out, and the reptilian looked up in alarm at the interruption to his daily routine, “have you perchance any information on an astronomer who has recently moved into this town?”
“Wait, you’re looking for an astronomer too? Neat!” Graowr commented, eliciting a slight sigh from the Sage, and a cursory stare from the reptilian. Very gecko-like now that I look at him the Sage thought as the merchant sized the two primes up before replying with a slightly cocked head.
“What’sss it to ya?” came the voice, sliding in pitch with a dry rasp. The Sage was expecting this, Graowr was hard to mistake as anything but a prime, and even his own attempts to lay low would probably still be noticeable to anyone who could see the numerous bandaged injuries that the Sage seemed to be more or less ignoring. He concentrated for a moment, and a shard of pure Omnilium manifested into being in his hand. He offered it to the merchant, who took it quickly and glanced unblinkingly towards the majin with expectation. For her part, the blue alien returned the stare with complete incomprehension.
“Information now?” the Sage asked, with mounting impatience, there had to be easier ways. The Gecko’s head jerked back to face the Sage, and Graowr gave a slight whoop of victory.
“There’sss an assstronomer holed up three doorsss down from the mayor’sss housse. Last place he’d exccpect and all that… Roland’sss not too keen on him. Sssays he’ll bring Imperial trouble. Ssso far all he’sss done is buy thingsss though, so bugger ‘m I’d ssay.” The Gecko started to appraise the two primes with a renewed interest. Clearly cloth wasn’t the only thing the creature found a commodity.
“Yes. Thank you” The Sage said brusquely, and pulled the majin away by the arm. He only hesitated a moment when the putty creature’s limb stretched abnormally before Graowr noticed and started to follow him.
“So we know where we’re going?” she asked with evident excitement. Was she not even listening to the conversations? Externally the Sage only nodded, and moved through the streets of the Town. In the back of his mind, he mulled over the trader’s words. He could not be certain, she carried no visible symbol, but he believed that Graowr was technically under Imperial pay, and whether ignorant or no, assisting her in this task might end up being detrimental to his own plans in the future, and trying to steal away with the artifact after the fact seemed ill informed…
It was a puzzle that he would have to align, and soon, but for now he simply had to find the star piece to begin with. Spotting the poorly kept shack that Roland’s people referred to as his office, the Sage made his way to the door of the building that the astronomer was supposed to be staying at. The Sage continued past it and turned to face Graowr, hoping mostly in vain that his explanation was going to leave much of an impact on the alien.
“Alright listen carefully. This is going to be a delicate situation. I have a forged document from another of the astronomers that we can use to get our foot in the door, but this astronomer is from Dalaran, and has spent almost a year on the very edge of Empire-controlled locales. He’s going to be apprehensive and stressed, and knowing our luck he’s going to have seen you punch a whole through my chest on the Dataverse and be very suspicious. Whatever you do. Do not tell him you are an Imperial agent, understood?”
Graowr stared back at him lackadaisically her mind clearly vacant from the conversation. He almost considered trying to leave her outside for the discussion, but knowing her, that would only lead to an inopportune discovery. The Sage could only hope for the best. He cracked his neck, composed himself, and pushed open the door.
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