Last Guy in the Airlock
Corse nods as she leaves, "Thank you, Eve. We'll be by in the morning." She turns to the child. "Sleep well. Perhaps I'll ride with you tomorrow."
Corse grunts her agreement. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She says farewell, and positions herself in the shadows on a doorstoop a few buildings down.Russet shivers as we walk out into the biting air of the street. He turns to Corse and Logrim, stamping his feet as he walks to keep them warm.
Scamming a sick kid with phoney medicine! Merchants make me sick..... Who's round is it anyway?
To Logrim:Corse grunts her agreement. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She says farewell, and positions herself in the shadows on a doorstoop a few buildings down.
Aric is curious about what Corse is planning and says “Hey Corse, can I stay with you? I’m a good spotter and can hide really well”Corse grunts her agreement. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She says farewell, and positions herself in the shadows on a doorstoop a few buildings down.
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House of the Triad (occupied by Cult of Auril)
The temple with its heatless torches, whispers of mist from the dry ice, and the ice sculpture-in-progress make a suitable witness to Zeth's testimony. Jelenneth's demeanor shifts to regard him with what almost seems like deference. There aren't many who can meet the cold steel gaze of one of Auril's fanatics and not flinch. "You have seen winter's fury, stranger. It was a test of Auril, there can be no doubt. You survived what weaker souls could not."
Upon hearing your description of Sephek Kaltro, Jelenneth has a flicker of recognition, but pauses with her head slightly cocked as if remembering something. "I don't know the name. He is not a follower of Auril that I recognize. However..." she gestures towards the double doors you entered through, "Three days ago, I recall seeing a man with sailor's clothes and forearm markings standing outside the temple. I remember his eyes the most. Stark crystal blue, like gazing at an iceberg on the deep ocean, only for it to gaze back. I swore I felt the goddess' hand upon him, but when I sought the man out, he was gone." Even the fact that the man she saw had his arms exposed in this weather is notable.
Almost excited to meet another who has survived a purported "test" of the Frostmaiden, Jelenneth controls her voice so as not to sound too passionate. "And you, stranger? Could your own brush with death bring you closer to where you're meant to be? To finding a new faith in the Frostmaiden's arms?"
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Alma's attention catches on something the woman says. Her eyes flit to Zeth, trying to deduce if he heard it too. But he seems stunned by the offer and unsure what to say. Usually she would avoid interrupting. It's considered rude, after all. But she can't let this chance slip away. And they can't be out here forever.
''Three days ago,'' Alma interjects. ''You said that you saw him outside the temple three days ago. Was this Auril's temple yet, at that time? What state did he seem to be in? Did you witness him speaking with anyone?'' She tilts her head curiously, taking a step forward to push herself to the forefront of the conversation. ''You said his arms were bare.... that's strange. I've only seen people completely bundled up since I came here.''