@discobot roll 1d20
(wis)
10
Drakor awkwardly nodded. “That is reasonable.”
He walked in silence for a while, then sighed. “I have seen so much death that I fear I may be becoming desensitized to it. Thank you for the reminder.”
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“You look…”
She suddenly stops, then turns to try and make out his figure behind the mask.
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(perception)
“…Pretty… young for that. Being a mercenary or-”
{Ah.}
“…Uhm.”
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(Well, there’s no better person to ask about his last whereabouts than his wife, right?)
Lionel approaches Nyna
“Greetings. I understand you’re grieving right now, and I cannot imagine the pain you must be going through. I want to make this right, and I think that requires us to bring the killer to justice.”
He takes a deep breath.
“But I think solving this mystery will require information, and you’re the one who I trust to know his whereabouts right before the time of death the most. So… when was the last time you saw him, if you remember?”
“I am no mercenary,” Drakor said. “But I am no assassin, either.”
He tapped one of his swords lightly. “Like my parents before me, I seek the monsters that would threaten my village and kill them before they can inflict harm. Rest assured, I have no quarrel with you.”
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“I would… imagine you wouldn’t take an enemy out on a shopping trip, no.”
She thinks back to something. “What sort of monsters are you hunting?”
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“The worst sort,” Drakor said quietly. “The human kind.”
“Is there several?”
“Or just him?”
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Drakor gripped the pommel of his sword, then settled into an oddly flat voice. “That man is my best lead. My sister was the only survivor who could provide a coherent description.”
He exhaled slowly, then released his hand. “Once I locate the man, I intend to track him back to the others.”
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You almost see her smile. Almost. It was imperceptible, maybe you made it up, maybe it was out of nervousness, surely nothing that could be acted upon…
“How did that lead you here?”
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Drakor shrugged. “I’ve just been searching all of the villages in this area. No luck so far, though.”
“That seems…”
{Inefficient.}
“…Tough. Sorry.”
Whatever it is she might’ve done, she does look sorrowful upon hearing of his plight.
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Drakor nodded in recognition. “Thank you. If you hear or see anything, please let me know.”
She nodded back, and continued walking.
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(yes)
“Well, uh… the ground, right? Ugh, you sound just like Kamilla, she’s always lecturing me…”
(The first sentence is technically true, but only in the sense that after crashing through the undergrowth, it would eventually hit the ground. By “Kamilla”, he presumably means his eldest surviving sister.)
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Arius gets stunned for a moment, as Vin says something that made the mercenary remember something from his past. “It is good that your sister lectures you a lot. That just means she loves you enough to want to help you become smarter. Not everyone has that kind of privilege. Some people are unfortunate enough to only learn by failing and losing… a lot, in their life.”
Arius understands that not much of what he rambled will enter the young boy’s ear. Still, he felt like he had to say it. If not for the boy, then at least for himself.
Snapping out of from his emotional tone, Arius continued to lecture the young man: “You are not wrong. Falling trees will reach the ground. However, what if there are obstacles before the tree could reach the ground?” He then gestures at the other trees with his hand. “Then the falling tree could get stuck to the other trees, and that in itself could create more issues.”
“Sure, we can spend the time to… untangle the trees, but in comparison, if we were to chop the wood such that the tree falls on clear ground,” he then moves his arm horizontally, gesturing an even ground, “then we would save time and energy untangling the trees.”
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