[Main Chapter] Where There Is No Echo
Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2018 11:47 pm
Underneath Brunnhold | Dentis 10, 2718 | Night
The temperature seemed to drop the further he descended, following after his roommate who had so graciously kicked Fred's corpse down the remaining stairs. Lars would have felt the cold perhaps more strongly had his nerves not been settled by the galdor's perceptive spell, his body as a whole feeling as if he fit right into his surroundings with ease.
He was grateful that Fionn's words didn't appear to bother the older man; normally speaking back to a galdor like that--not even mentioning the dead body--would land them in a world of hurt, and though he wasn't sure of why this man seemed so calm, he wasn't going to fight it by any means. He didn't need either of them getting into even more trouble--he hadn't saved Fionn from strangulation just to see him executed at the hands of some strange galdor.
In fact, the older man's words only soothed his nerves further; the almost teasing, joking tone would've made him laugh if he didn't expect some sort of backlash. The man had been unnecessarily kind towards them so far, even ignoring the rude comments from his companion, but Lars wasn't going to push his luck just yet. Something told him that this strange man was a powerful ally to have, if a passive could even have allies.
The mysterious words about a laboratory and reviving the dead Fred passed right over his head, the passive not even noticing any oddities in speech before his roommate spoke up again.
Fionn was right, that.... wasn't natural, was it? Was that within the limits of the mona?
He couldn't even guess what powerful things the galdori could do--his parents had been exceptional sorcerers, but until this man had addressed them on the staircase, Lars had never felt the mona before. He'd witnessed physical manifestations, streams between dueling students and the obvious effects of magic on its target, but never had he been said target before tonight. He wasn't sure if he could even be surprised that this man had the ability to revive someone.
Within a certain time limit, apparently, if he had understood the man correctly. He found himself feeling grateful that it was too late for the patron.
The older passive glanced to his roommate, meeting Fionn's brown gaze with his own dreamy blue. Even now his expression seemed hazy; the servant's trademark spacey demeanor. He took a deep breath, not out of any lack of air or nervousness but to prepare himself to help lift the corpse off of the cold floor. His thoughts were now fixed upon the mentioned laboratory, the idea that perhaps this man's assistance wasn't quite what it seemed... still, he couldn't do anything but agree, and wasn't even sure if he wanted to do anything else. It could very well be a trap laid by a particularly cruel galdor, seeking to drag out their long night and worsen their fates, but it was the best option they had right now.
Besides, Lars was curious. He wanted to know what this laboratory was, and what was going to happen to the lugger's broken corpse after it was transported.
Leaning down at the head of the body, Lars slipped his arms underneath Fred's arms again, grabbing him by the chest and heaving him upwards with Fionn. The corpse was quite a bit more contorted after being tossed down the hard stairs, but Lars didn't seem bothered, eyes lingering perhaps a bit too long on the twisted body before he looked up at his companion again.
"Right," he nodded, "I'll make sure you don't run into anything."
Lars led them through the door after the strange galdor, following in his light and ignoring the vast darkness around them. This wasn't the time to go thinking about what was in the darkness beneath Brunnhold. He would find out soon enough.
He was grateful that Fionn's words didn't appear to bother the older man; normally speaking back to a galdor like that--not even mentioning the dead body--would land them in a world of hurt, and though he wasn't sure of why this man seemed so calm, he wasn't going to fight it by any means. He didn't need either of them getting into even more trouble--he hadn't saved Fionn from strangulation just to see him executed at the hands of some strange galdor.
In fact, the older man's words only soothed his nerves further; the almost teasing, joking tone would've made him laugh if he didn't expect some sort of backlash. The man had been unnecessarily kind towards them so far, even ignoring the rude comments from his companion, but Lars wasn't going to push his luck just yet. Something told him that this strange man was a powerful ally to have, if a passive could even have allies.
The mysterious words about a laboratory and reviving the dead Fred passed right over his head, the passive not even noticing any oddities in speech before his roommate spoke up again.
Fionn was right, that.... wasn't natural, was it? Was that within the limits of the mona?
He couldn't even guess what powerful things the galdori could do--his parents had been exceptional sorcerers, but until this man had addressed them on the staircase, Lars had never felt the mona before. He'd witnessed physical manifestations, streams between dueling students and the obvious effects of magic on its target, but never had he been said target before tonight. He wasn't sure if he could even be surprised that this man had the ability to revive someone.
Within a certain time limit, apparently, if he had understood the man correctly. He found himself feeling grateful that it was too late for the patron.
The older passive glanced to his roommate, meeting Fionn's brown gaze with his own dreamy blue. Even now his expression seemed hazy; the servant's trademark spacey demeanor. He took a deep breath, not out of any lack of air or nervousness but to prepare himself to help lift the corpse off of the cold floor. His thoughts were now fixed upon the mentioned laboratory, the idea that perhaps this man's assistance wasn't quite what it seemed... still, he couldn't do anything but agree, and wasn't even sure if he wanted to do anything else. It could very well be a trap laid by a particularly cruel galdor, seeking to drag out their long night and worsen their fates, but it was the best option they had right now.
Besides, Lars was curious. He wanted to know what this laboratory was, and what was going to happen to the lugger's broken corpse after it was transported.
Leaning down at the head of the body, Lars slipped his arms underneath Fred's arms again, grabbing him by the chest and heaving him upwards with Fionn. The corpse was quite a bit more contorted after being tossed down the hard stairs, but Lars didn't seem bothered, eyes lingering perhaps a bit too long on the twisted body before he looked up at his companion again.
"Right," he nodded, "I'll make sure you don't run into anything."
Lars led them through the door after the strange galdor, following in his light and ignoring the vast darkness around them. This wasn't the time to go thinking about what was in the darkness beneath Brunnhold. He would find out soon enough.