"Knew it! Seeds huh? I have just the thing."
Spew sesame seeds!
You spew a few sesame seeds inside the enclosure. The creatures closest to you get scared and run away with frightened squeals, but they seem to quickly realise what was thrown towards them, turn around and then run towards the seeds, soon joined by more of the creatures meeping happily. They don't seem to be eating the seeds, more like rolling their face inside them and getting them stuck on the layer of slightly curly wool-like hair covering their bodies.
"That'd be mighty kind of you, showing us your map and all. Let's go and take a look."
Map time!
Map time!Also, "let me show you my map" sounds like some sort of euphemism but for what, I don't know.
"hehe, thanks mister."
<pfffftttt. as if you don't do the same things. be nice.>
I'll follow him inside to his map. flame orb stays where it is for now.
"It isn't really a dragon we're looking for, it's a large creature from near where we came from. It's capable of shapeshifting, but its last known form was that of a giant centipede. If we can get near it, we can verify its identity despite its shapeshifting. It also has an effect on the environment near it, making the plants, ground, and so on, animate and hostile to anything it deems a target. It is intelligent, and our last information on its whereabouts is at least several weeks old, saying it was to the east of here. It's guilty of familicide and several counts of murder. Our task is to hunt it down."
<Hey! What I do is irrelevant. We're talking about that guy now, not me.
Besides, I'm clearly much better than him. I'd show him, if I had a body.>"That sounds like a difficult creature to track. And a dangerous one. Unfortunately (well, fortunately for me, I suppose) I have not heard about something fitting that description."Go look map. Look at other things too.
You follow the man back towards the tower.
"You got this?" he asks as he passes close to Alan and his new friend.
"YesSir!" the jovial falla responds with a small bow.
You let Alan and his new friend play with their hairy balls and get inside the small tower, passing through the arched doorway formed by the two scythe-wielding figures.
The inside is a relatively open space that seems to have been put in use as a lounge room or dining room, with furniture and storage cabinets made out of stone and a bit of wood. The room is dominated by a spiral staircase in its centre, making its way both up and into the darkness below. There is a hole in the wall (in a spot that was apparently free of engravings) leading to an adjacent kitchen, that room being clearly a much newer addition to the building.
In the room there is a woman in her 30s and a boy that must be around 5 years old, trying to clean up the sand that has slipped through a broken window (that also seems to be a new addition to the tower, formed by removing a few stone blocks from the wall) and the remains of the wooden barricade covering it. The boy seems to light up as he sees the man and the ones following him enter the tower. The woman does not seem as happy.
"What's going on here? What are those... things doing here? They are not getting their dirty feet in my house!" she says while at the same time putting a hand on the boy's shoulder to hold it back.
"Relax dear. They're customers." the man says with a forced smile as he continues slowly moving towards the staircase, hiding one hand behind his back and using it to make a motion towards you to follow him.
"Yeah, right. 'Customers'. And since when do animals and freaks have money to be customers? Is this how it is? You get to bring barbaric beasts and criminals and who knows what else in here to-""Thanks honey, we'll be done in a minute!" he says as he quickly makes his way up the staircase.
"-whenever you feel like it? Don't you care about me and- Hey! Get back here! I'm not done with you!"
((Just a quick post as I try to get back to posting more regularly.
In RL news, my brother is one lucky bastard. He managed to avoid getting caught in the terrorist attacks by getting delayed a single minute.
Too bad I'm in a different country. He always gets to have all the fun on his own.))
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