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"Pete! Ann!" Soliel greeted the old couple with a fat smile on his face. He was glad to see that even after leaving for a whole year, the Flame Lily Lodge was as warm and inviting as ever. After seeing the villagers outside of Akron being slaughtered, Sol wondered whether he would ever see a familiar face again. Seeing that this part of Akron was unharmed, the young demi-god went limp with relief as he collapsed into his seat, taking in the fragment of his life one year prior. The heavenly aroma and warm fireplace embraced him, and he relished the feeling of safety that he longed for since leaving home.
When Ann shot Sol a look, he rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. Being somewhat close to the outskirts of town, this inn was one of the main places that caught Sol before he could leave the gate. Indeed, he could remember sneaking towards the gates with his friends only to be dragged back here and lectured for hours, holding a bucket of water and whining the whole time...but that was years ago. Life was much simpler back then, full of carefree moments he would never forget.
Sol's reminiscing was put to an abrupt end by the sharply growing smell of food. One could almost see fire in his eyes as he stared at the well-made food, and he almost reluctantly dug in to the divine dishes. But once he started, he ate ravenously. Plate after plate of juicy meat and other goodies were evaporated by his touch, his body getting hardly any rest between mouthfuls.
Aaahh... this was what adventurers live for, the hearty, delicious meal that came after a hard day of fighting.
Sol's attention was slowly drawn away from the food, however, as his party delved into deeper questions that seemed practically unanswerable. Where did those demons come from? Who was controlling them? And...was there a connection to Azarath...? Sol slowed his eating until, at some point, he stopped stuffing his face entirely. The thought that Akron was being targeted by some profane nightmare was deeply unsettling. It almost made him want to go right back out of the gates and hunt for the demons that started this mess. Despite the many concerns floating around his mind, however, one particular thought stood out the most.
What the heck was THAT?
Sol stared at Fernwe with a confused look on his face. Disregarding the fact that she was singing in her sleep, he found the lyrics extremely odd. Firstly, it sounded like this song was about Akron and his mother. But who was this Mountain King, Greuwn? And what was this cleansing flame that he was gifted? Unsure of how to react to this turn of events, he decided to ask the girl himself. "Um, Fernwe, do you happen to know something about m--Aurora?"
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When Ann shot Sol a look, he rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. Being somewhat close to the outskirts of town, this inn was one of the main places that caught Sol before he could leave the gate. Indeed, he could remember sneaking towards the gates with his friends only to be dragged back here and lectured for hours, holding a bucket of water and whining the whole time...but that was years ago. Life was much simpler back then, full of carefree moments he would never forget.
Sol's reminiscing was put to an abrupt end by the sharply growing smell of food. One could almost see fire in his eyes as he stared at the well-made food, and he almost reluctantly dug in to the divine dishes. But once he started, he ate ravenously. Plate after plate of juicy meat and other goodies were evaporated by his touch, his body getting hardly any rest between mouthfuls.
Aaahh... this was what adventurers live for, the hearty, delicious meal that came after a hard day of fighting.
Sol's attention was slowly drawn away from the food, however, as his party delved into deeper questions that seemed practically unanswerable. Where did those demons come from? Who was controlling them? And...was there a connection to Azarath...? Sol slowed his eating until, at some point, he stopped stuffing his face entirely. The thought that Akron was being targeted by some profane nightmare was deeply unsettling. It almost made him want to go right back out of the gates and hunt for the demons that started this mess. Despite the many concerns floating around his mind, however, one particular thought stood out the most.
What the heck was THAT?
Sol stared at Fernwe with a confused look on his face. Disregarding the fact that she was singing in her sleep, he found the lyrics extremely odd. Firstly, it sounded like this song was about Akron and his mother. But who was this Mountain King, Greuwn? And what was this cleansing flame that he was gifted? Unsure of how to react to this turn of events, he decided to ask the girl himself. "Um, Fernwe, do you happen to know something about m--Aurora?"
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