Terry?Yeah, that's a name. I can't give away my last name, of course. I could get in some trouble just saying my first name, so don't mention me to the wizards, would you?Noted.Say, Could I ask you something?Shoot.Is Classified,Subject Whiskey I mean, a robot or a human?Yes.You remain quiet after that, looking disappointed, then turning your attention to the passing landscape, which seems to mainly consist of dust and ugly vegetation. The fear of the truck sort of went away after a short while, but you still don't like looking at the dash overmuch.
After about half an hour, in which almost nothing really happens. Some minor small-talk, sure, but nothing notable. when the giant mage's tower looms over the horizon like a large copper scar against the sky, you guess that you're probably there. Terry points towards it, and gives off some history about the mage's tower. Stuff about how it's actually a siphon, keeps the world safe from dangerous blablablablabla...
You really don't care by this point. Mages bad when evil, stupid when not. That's just about the extent of it. Terry seems a little insulted when he sees you aren't paying attention, but you avoid the awkward conversation when he stops. You get out while the van rocks back and forth because of Classified's weight. He jumps out with the necromancer over his shoulder and heads towards a door to the side of the giant doors serving as the entrance to the large, copper tower. It looks like a big ugly pipe, to be honest. Some markings are there, but nothing special.
The giant gates suddenly fly open, making the grating sound of metal that hasn't seen a drop of oil in years. You grit your teeth a little and manage to look thoroughly annoyed when a small fat man comes out through the door and walks towards you, arms spread wide.
Alvin Brohm! Excellent to have you here! Come, let's get you washed up before the greetings, shall we? Wouldn't want to scare the students.The prospect of a free bath seems quite nice, so you wordlessly follow him through the twisting maze of corridors and stairs. Fortunately, the guest room is at ground level, so you'll be able to get there with ease, but getting anywhere without a guide could get problematic. When the rotund man lets you inside the bathroom, you can't help but look be surprised at the quality of the room. Everything is polished to a shine, and the cabinets look like they have small gems in them. Soaps and towels, all look like stuff for royalty. Considering where you are, you're probably not that far off.
A bath is already filled up, and some fresh clothing is slung over a chair. You dump your gore-covered clothing in the nearby washing bin, which is almost instantly emptied by a nearby pipe sucking it up.
You still have your black trenchcoat, though, that thing's in mint condition.
While you lay in the bath, you have to some to start thinking about what exactly it is that you're going do. and how you're going to do it.
Health: Wounded.
Energy: Tired.
Inventory:
Polished European Greatsword.
Black Trenchcoat.
Flashlight
Sharpened hilt
Pocket knife
Thoughts:Holy hell, I don't think I ever bathed before.
By what to do, I meant what are you probably going to do in the mages tower and how are you going to handle that. let's, uh, try again.
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