Part 25 Something is revealed, first half
The dwarven scholar set off to the gate-town of Faunel to find out more about the portal nearby that was rumoured to lead to Sigil, the City of Doors. Littleby glanced up through the tall trees but he could not see the Spire as the leaves and branches obscured his view. He wondered why it was sometimes so difficult to get inside the city that was at the top of the Spire and others times much easier.
The light streamed through the canopy of the forest in beautiful rays that created pools of light on the forest floor. It was fairly slow progress for the dwarven scholar and he took to the sky to get to the town faster. As he flew over the tops of the trees he was able to admire the savage beauty of the land around him and the way that the wilderness constantly fought to swallow up the ruins of the town of Faunel. People living in the gate-town had cleared patches of forest and in the older clearings the trees and shrubs appeared to be marching back in to reclaim the land.
Spotting a clearing with a large caravan, several tents and temporary looking buildings inside it the dwarven scholar descended towards the ground. When his feet were firmly planted beneath him he looked up as he'd had a slight prickling sensation on the back of his neck whilst he'd been flying. Almost as if something had been watching him from above and had not been pleased with him flying around. The only other things that Littleby had seen in the skies above Faunel were birds and clouds.
Walking over to the caravan Littleby recognised it as one that belonged to the merchant Agar. He was about to walk away to find another encampment when he spotted a familiar figure eating lunch in one of the large tents.
“Littleby, it's a pleasure to see you again.” The halfling called Deus greeted his former travelling companion. They shook hands and the halfling invited the dwarf to join him in a luxurious and expensive looking meal that he was enjoying inside one of the large tents.
“Always good to see you Deus,” Littleby replied as he sat down on a large silk pillow. The servants working in the restaurant brought an extra wine glass and poured a generous portion. They then brought some honey-coated fruits and small animal shaped cakes.
Deus picked up one of the cakes and bit in to it eagerly. He closed his eyes to savour the flavour and aroma before continuing the conversation. “It's good that we met as I wanted to talk to you and I was just about to send a letter to Serena.”
“I might as well deliver it myself if you like,” Littleby offered.
“Thanks, that's marvellous.” Deus licked his fingers and reached for another of the delicious cakes. “I've not written it yet, but if you give me a moment then I'm sure that there's a clean napkin around here somewhere.”
“For you friend in Sigil?” the dwarf asked. He had not heard the end of Deus' sentence where he mentioned Serena and was rather perplexed as to whom the letter was for.
“No. For Serena,” the halfling clarified. “Is she around here somewhere?”
“She's just outside fixing her hair or something.” Littleby chose one of the cakes and found that they were indeed very tasty.
“I've been doing some research. Not that I've been authorised to do any research. But you know, you hear things.” The halfling lent back on his silk pillows and rummaged in his pack for his pipe. The servants came over and removed the cakes, re-filled the glasses and prepared to bring the next course.
“You don't really need an excuse to do any research Deus,” Littleby said by way of encouragement.
“And I've come across an interesting thing. I know where my father is.” The halflings tone was friendly and conversational as he dropped in the last bit of news almost as if it was a matter of no consequence.
Littleby sat for a moment in stunned silence and remembered to close his mouth so that his jaw was not hanging open in surprise. “That is interesting,” he replied in as conversational tone as he could manage.
“And I know how to find him,” Deus continued.
“More and more interesting.” Littleby watched as the servants brought several dishes with nuts, strange vegetables and glazed and roasted meats that made Deus' mouth water in anticipation.
“Unfortunately, it's somewhat inconvenient for me to go and see if I can get him back right now.” Deus took for himself a generous portion of the spicy drumsticks and glazed meats before he began piling green leaves around the edges of his plate. Satisfied that the arrangement looked appealing he then began to slowly enjoy his food.
“Are you serious, what possible business you have that could be more...” Littleby was lost for words and forgot about the food in front of him.. “What could be more important than getting him back?”
“Well, I'm working on another project that has to do with saving our world and it's all hush hush, I can't talk about it. Pass the mushroom will you please.” He took some small button shaped yellow mushrooms and popped them in his mouth. “Anyway, an enterprising fellow such as yourself could earn themselves a decent reward if they were to follow this lead and return my father to me.”
“But of course you father is residing in the same place that someone else is that you and I are both interested in.” The dwarven scholar glanced around at the other diners in the tent and wondered if any of them might be listening in. From the round about way that Deus was talking he understood that the halfling was being deliberately vague.
“Yes, well of course returning *him* - I can't offer you the reward for that. But I can pay you to get my father back.” The two men continued to dine in silence as a new bottle of wine was brought to the table. Deus had finished half the bottle by the time that Littleby had joined him, but the halfling did not appear to be in least bit intoxicated. Deus smiled and pointed at his ring. He made a series of hand motions that Littleby guessed meant 'it allows me to enjoy without getting drunk'.
“I have to say this Deus. We're going after Danster. If your father is in the same place then we'll bring him back. You don't have to pay us for that.”
“No.. Well, alright. I don't really like to owe favours but since you're buying me breakfast then what the hell.” The halfling shuffled over in his seat so that he could whisper to Littleby without the other diners overhearing them. The dwarf was not eating in any case and so did not have to set aside his food in order to shuffle closer as well. “There is a settlement on the World Ash called Crux that has a portal to a dead world called Ranais. If you travel through that then you get to a portal to to a fortress on the Negative Energy Plane.”
“Let me go over that again. On the World Ash, there is a town called Crux.” Littleby committed the names to memory and went over it again to make sure he had all the names correct.
“Yes. A small trading outpost, nothing really important.”
“Crux has a gateway to Ranais. What kind of place it that?”
“Um, I think that it might be a world or a demi-plane. But it's a dead one regardless, there's no one there.”
“And in this dead place there is a gateway to Negation?”
“Yes.”
“And how did you come by this information?”
“I could tell you...” Deus left the unspoken part of the expression hanging in the air.
“But you'd have to kill me,” Littleby completed the phrase and nodded his head in understanding.
“I'd have to what? Sorry but I was just enjoying this delicious fruit.” Deus finished chomping his way through a great slice of water melon. It was a bright red colour, sparkled with flavour and pips went flying every direction as the halfling ate the piece of fruit with gusto.
“You'd have to kill me,” the dwarf said again.
“Well I wouldn't like to,” Deus said and shrugged his shoulders apologetically. “The place is called Tcian Sumere.”
Again the dwarven scholar committed the name to memory and told himself that he'd have to research the name as son as he got back to Sigil. “Deus, who is keeping them there?“
“I don't know. Which is rather worrying.” The halfling picked up a serviette and was about to use it to wipe his mouth when he realised that it had the letter for Serena written on it. Instead he used the corner of the table cloth. “That leads me to believe that not all of this information is accurate.”
“Indeed. Now obviously you cannot tell me where this information came from, but if I was to say: Agar. Would I be warm or cold?”
“I don't know. How do you feel when you say Agar?” Deus looked somewhat perplexed and was doing a good job of seeming genuinely confused.
“I was hoping that you could tell me. How do *you* feel when I say Agar, that is more the question?”
“Littleby I like you a lot, but I do not want to feel you right now. I'm having breakfast.”
“Indeed you are. More broth?”
“Thanks. Bring some more of those tarts over would you please?”
There was another long pause in the conversation. The halfling and dwarf sat on the silken pillows in the tent enjoying their drinks. Several of the other diners got up and left, whilst new arrivals were being escorted to the places in the tent where they could partake in the meal.
“I'm highly dubious about this information that you have given me,” Littleby confessed.
“So am I. That is why I m paying you to go.”
Littleby laughed heartedly. “Once more, I respect your honesty.”
“I'm glad,” the halfling replied. This time there was no doubt that he was being completely honest.
“Now, I'm going to go away and look in to this.”
“As you should.”
“Where are you going to be in the near future? Following the march?”
“Yes, following the march. I'm not going though the Beastlands personally as I don't fancy changing whilst on the plane. So I'll meet them when they come out the other end and catch up in Sylvania.”
“Right.”
“Have you seen Malkir recently?” Deus was looking around for another napkin to write a letter on, but was not having much luck finding a clean one.
“Uh, he ran off with an old weasily guy. Somebody who was going to tell him who he is, or find out who he is.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“Limbo I think.”
“That's interesting. Very interesting, but never mind.” This time it was Deus' turn to make a metal note of the information that he'd been told and commit it to memory. A few of the things that had been bothering him fell in to place and he tried not to let his sudden comprehension be reflected on his face. “You've heard about this thing where they shape Chaos matter right?”
“I thought that the form of Limbo was dependent on the mind of the perceiver.” Littleby said.
“Apparently some people can take Chaos matter out of the plane. There is a tavern in Sigil where Githzerai go, have drinks and mental conversation as well as shaping Chaos matter in the centre of the tavern.” Deus chuckled at the memory of spending an evening in the Face of Gith tavern. “Not very talkative. Service is OK, but I would not recommend the green pudding though.”
“Not big on foreign muck myself,” the dwarven scholar said as he set his ion stone of sustenance orbiting his head.