NIKI
The Greatwood is vast, and the odds of one little necromancer hearing Kaisel's calls are very slim indeed. But the Greatwood is also very sentient, and it doesn't appreciate being yelled into every few seconds by some young dragoon galumphing through its undergrowth. Perhaps it could be argued that the trees take pity on Kai by leading him where he needs to go, but in equal measure, perhaps they just want him to be quiet.
Either way, the trail he walks through soon solidifies into something well-worn, a true pathway through the forest that opens up, sooner or later, into a clearing. And within that clearing is a house that, by anyone's standards, is really fucking haunted. A large, dark building, clad in moss and ivy along one side, illuminated in the twilight by a single, burning lamp at the steps up to the porch.
A few candles flicker from within, though only on the ground floor and only in one or two of the windows, but as Kaisel's next call echoes through the air, light cuts a pathway from the front door that swings open. A young man peers out, his mop of dark hair untidier than usual, having been recently cut to ward off the oppressive heat, his steps slow as he inches out of the doorway, using a crutch for aid.
"Hello? Were you calling for me?" he asks as he spots Kai in the near distance, his accent thick around the words.
Either way, the trail he walks through soon solidifies into something well-worn, a true pathway through the forest that opens up, sooner or later, into a clearing. And within that clearing is a house that, by anyone's standards, is really fucking haunted. A large, dark building, clad in moss and ivy along one side, illuminated in the twilight by a single, burning lamp at the steps up to the porch.
A few candles flicker from within, though only on the ground floor and only in one or two of the windows, but as Kaisel's next call echoes through the air, light cuts a pathway from the front door that swings open. A young man peers out, his mop of dark hair untidier than usual, having been recently cut to ward off the oppressive heat, his steps slow as he inches out of the doorway, using a crutch for aid.
"Hello? Were you calling for me?" he asks as he spots Kai in the near distance, his accent thick around the words.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
