Date: 12-18-2023
Tags: The Lord of Whispers, Kor, Roecrin Villa, The Ruby+Silver Necklace
The brass dragonborn entered a dimly lit room, it was the same as when he last saw it. A scuffed dusty den lit by several candles. The light framed an ancient table, a metal bird cage covered by a quilt sits on top of it. A scratchy voice pierced the silence from within the covered cage: C: āThe Necklaceā¦. Do you have it?ā [The dragonborn produces a shimmering sapphire necklace] K: āYeah, I have it, what about the tools?ā C: āAlready received by your ā¦. Associates, the scheme is almost ready.ā C: āHowever you must hurry; a band of mercenaries is hunting you. They just entered the Roecrin villa.ā [A subtle nod and a brisk pace out the room is tempered by a lingering curiosity. The dragonborn stops] K: āIā¦ wish to look into the cage.ā C: āBold of you to ask cattle. If you part my shadows, you will never find sleep in this city againā [A ginger touch peels back the quilt over the cage, just enough to let candlelight pour in] [A muffled snort of disbelief is followed by the sounds of footsteps on a creaking wooden floor] Heavy steps betray the turmoil in his mind. Hesitantly he left the safety of the alley and immediately felt it. The weight of their stares was unbearable, from every rooftop to every lantern post, each eye boring into his soul. He made for the city gate, his every step punctuated by the caw of a crow. Some things should just be left in the shadows.