[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried blood in a peculiar pattern. He's also missing a shoe.
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
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You're sure?
I'll check the store at once! [And give you his on the spot if he doesn't find anything.]
demandingrequesting to borrow it for the walk home.]I will search here. [It better not be here. Karathos, how do you move out and take everything but a left boot? Really.]
You don't have it.
I couldn't find it, my lord...
You need not walk back to the house with nothing! And we can certainly find a replacement pair. I'll even forge you new greaves!
[-just now realizing that his shirt is stuck to him somehow. Hold the phone, peeling it away and looking down the collar to check this out. ...Oh. Scientists are weird.]
My lord, if you're injured, we should find a healer at once.
They are only pinpricks. A healer is not needed.
Only if you're certain. [Well, alright, there are more pressing matters at hand, but let the man get comfortable first.]
I am. All was well in my absence?
...Not at all, my lord. There's something you should know- the Dreadknight is here.
Leonid, here? When?
One week ago. He seems distracted by the lack of the moon god's presence, but I'm not sure of how long that will last.
Not long enough. [Walking faster now, feeling exposed.] Something will need to be done.
I... failed to defeat him myself, my lord. I wasn't strong enough.
He hopes, anyway. But believing in Sigmund is kind of what he does best.]
Are you well rested? [Because first thing's first, sleeping and bathing are now happening in shifts. Not leaving this place unguarded.]
[He leaves the 'So while I clean these insignificant scratches up, that's up to you' implied.]