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"Ah, then my search was not in vain!" I settle into a seat next to him. "Well met, Gromm - I am Edmond of House Oldgate. From where do you hail? I assume Bigbottle isn't a family name - but that could be a horrid misunderstanding on my part."

I approach slowly, knowing the best idea of approaching a drunk man is to not startle them. Once I'm at least in his peripheral vision, I speak up to him. "Hello there, sir. You wouldn't happen to know of any traveling merchants in town, would you?" I glance over the various bottles, trying to...

I glance here and there, looking through the cold-swept town and the grassland to the south to find any signs of the dwarven merchant I'd heard tell of. Rübendorf always looked best with a nice coating of snow, but the winter seemed patchy here and there, the grasslands still visible. At least...

With my supplies, my lantern, a small knife, and the sigil of the family tucked away, I take one final breath, and step out into the cold. The wind is quite chilly, even for me, and the surrounding forestry encroaches on the old family manor. I glance about, finally spotting the snow-dressed...

Sorry for the late response! I think I've honestly been trying to figure out what exactly I do need. I know some resources that I have been unsure of where to start looking (I definitely am interested in finding people for art commissions and things like that!) but beyond that, it almost feels...

"Then I will seek them out in journey to the Duke. I don't doubt some court mage or skilled wizard in the lands between us and there. I will be cautious though - no need to just share this willy-nilly. Regardless... Thank you, mother." I embrace her tightly, lingering for a moment to look down...

I approach her with a nod and grim smile. "I suppose so. I did not expect to find this... What do you make of it? A bone needle with a chill touch to it. Pale and cold... Like me."

"Strange... Cold. Like me." I whisper, almost completely lost in the moment as I lift the needle. I look over the bone needle this way and that, before tucking it into my pocket, along with a thimble or cork to keep it in. How long has this been here? Who left it? There's still so many...

I stare for a long moment, likely longer than I should. My hand trembles once, twice, and then I slowly reach out to the item to grasp it between my fingers, letting its refractive glow wash against my pale skin.

What is that? I approach the white light, with a lump in my throat and a queasy, nervous excitement starting to well in my chest. What is this strange moon-like light? As I lean in to pull open the drawer, my eyes and nose are drawn to the old wood, smelling memories of running in here with my...

"Hello?" I call out, stepping cautiously into the space. I let my eyes wander over to the needle and thread, the drawers and spindles, trying my best to relax my shoulders and straighten up. I mustn't fear these unnatural things, I can control my faculties! I first approach the chairs and...

"I understand, I didn't mean to shame you. Thank you, mother. Thank you. I think it is time I sought some answers for myself." I reach down to the old lantern, and head to the old sewing room, curiosity and an undercurrent of dread flowing through my mind.

"... I see." I glance down at my nearby pack, to the lucky lantern I've kept around. Its light always helps find hidden things, so perhaps... Just maybe I could find something worth discovering. "Do you have any idea of who, or what, searches for me, Mother? It's... Disquieting, thinking of all...

I listen to my mother and take in her words. This is... Remarkable. I almost open my mouth to protest, to question, a flare of anger in my throat. But I swallow it. Something about her demeanor sways me. She is not one to hide things lightly. I take a shaky breath, focus my thoughts, and...

"And safe ruling to you, brother." With that, Edmond heads off to the pantry and then off again to say goodbyes to his brothers and his ailing father. He spends time with each one, and after securing two weeks worth of rations and his relative pittance of gold, Edmond heads off to bed. The...