Theea
know this ain't for the weak
or for hate, it's for soul
or for hate, it's for soul
I lift a hand to Zuriel like she might remember me—and maybe forgive the graceless way I got got on our last hunt—then fall in step behind our Guildmaster. The cathedral swallows us whole: cool stone underfoot, high ribs of shadowed arches, candles guttering in pools of honeyed light. The organ looms like a sleeping beast. It’s been a long time since I’ve stood here, and the hush settles over my skin like a blessing.
"I'll go ask around," I say. I glance to the boys; my smile hooks helplessly longer on Damien. There’s a sharper current in me today that turns bright when he’s near—focus honed to a point, heat steadying in my chest—and then I peel myself away before I forget what I’m here to do.
I drift toward the worshippers, soft-footed along the aisle, careful not to break the quiet more than I have to. I stop a respectful distance and tip my head, letting warmth reach my eyes. “Um… ’scuse me?” My voice stays low, meant to belong in a place like this. I sit a few feet away rather than looming. “I’m so sorry to interrupt. I know you’re in the middle of something—but you’ve heard about the ROUS problem, I’m sure.”
I flick a glance back down the nave—past pillars, past flickering light, at Damien’s broad shoulders—and return to the praying figure. “We’re with the Monster Hunter’s Guild, here to clear them out. Have you noticed where they’ve been scurrying off to? Any holes, sounds… anything at all?”
Theea chooses to ask an NPC!
"I'll go ask around," I say. I glance to the boys; my smile hooks helplessly longer on Damien. There’s a sharper current in me today that turns bright when he’s near—focus honed to a point, heat steadying in my chest—and then I peel myself away before I forget what I’m here to do.
I drift toward the worshippers, soft-footed along the aisle, careful not to break the quiet more than I have to. I stop a respectful distance and tip my head, letting warmth reach my eyes. “Um… ’scuse me?” My voice stays low, meant to belong in a place like this. I sit a few feet away rather than looming. “I’m so sorry to interrupt. I know you’re in the middle of something—but you’ve heard about the ROUS problem, I’m sure.”
I flick a glance back down the nave—past pillars, past flickering light, at Damien’s broad shoulders—and return to the praying figure. “We’re with the Monster Hunter’s Guild, here to clear them out. Have you noticed where they’ve been scurrying off to? Any holes, sounds… anything at all?”
Theea chooses to ask an NPC!
tell them to retreat
cause they ain't even close
cause they ain't even close
