Fantasy Though All Women Do Despise You

[Silvertongued]

I dunno, I kinda feel like he's mocking us, and being a relatively young person, I think that Zane might respond in kind, with annoyance or anger. I think a fit of pique and trying the same thing that the Smug McCryptic did with the mango seems rather in character.

 

[Grey]

Can I get a decision? Petulant backlash or confused queries?

 

[Silvertongued]

Do what I do. When confronted with a tie, roll a die.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

I'll break the tie if there's still one to be broken. Confused queries.

 

[Grey]

"Ah, you're that kind of apprentice," he says, and you can hear him grin. "We are blessed and cursed in equal measure, chosen at the end of the First Age though we would not be born for centuries. The Final Silence herself chose us... but there will be time for scripture later. When we reach my home I will help you understand what all of this actually means."

 

[Dusky]

"Where is your home?"

 

[Toivoajarakkaus]

"Where is your home?"

 

[Grey]

"Oh, not far now..." he says, and continues walking.


You have a sneaking suspicion you're being led in circles.

 

[Toivoajarakkaus]

These Questions Aren't Leading Anywhere For Now, We Attempt To Match His Pace. Exercise Patience, Our Questions Will Perhaps Be Answered At A Later Time.

 

[Silvertongued]

I dunno, he literally just made a point about being proactive is what gets you stuff, not passivity.


I think he's spinning us a trick here. Either the wilderness is his home, or he just flat out doesn't have one.


So I'm thinking, ask him "...what is your home?"

 

[Grey]

He grunts.


"You started with a good question and now you embarrass yourself."


The air grows dimmer, cooler; something blots out the sun as he pushes aside a curtain of vines and reveals a clearing in the shadow of a mountain. A simple wooden hut like those of the Dark Water tribe, overgrown with vines, sits near a rocky pond. The surrounding flowers and mushrooms show signs of cultivation, and a huge blue parrot perches over the door, staring at you imperiously.


The Eitrisi opens his arms towards the site, and looks down at you; "Welcome home, Zane"

 

[Dusky]

It strikes us with a sudden longing to jump into the depths of the maji-giza and frolic, maybe try to catch a fish with our hands.


But there is only a pond. Probably wouldn't go over so well in there.


So we just look around, until something occurs to us.


"How do you know the name I chose? Were you listening to me and my father?"