Are
You would think a moment of solace and quiet in the still of the night would be enough to settle whatever simple thoughts swirled around a cobbler's head. It probably would have if not for the fact that life itself had capsized with the longboat and took what little faith remained with it. Wrapped in a makeshift cloak, Are left the temple for the fresh chill of the great, somewhat bleak, outdoors. No, not home, not yet. Enough time had not passed, night was still young and he refused to toss and turn another few hours before passing out finally.
The Atheneum, never been there... It was close enough, and not filled with all kinds of hostile critters, he hoped. It couldn't be worse than the woods. The short walk roused enough worries from their sleep to fill the halls of Ägir, with Are the drowned at the head of the table. Every single niggling doubt came out to play as the daylight waned. Gods what he would do for a single moment of pure silence. Almost the same silence that now enveloped him as he on soft soles snuck through the halls and corridors, not necessarily dodging what few folks he heard, but rather taking other paths.
He could have walked right past the little spot between the shelves and moldy books, but he couldn't leave well enough alone. "Hey... You dead? he whispered, forgoing his usual greetings and pleasantries. The snoring should've been enough of an answer, but a poke with the axe handle was needed, just to be sure...
The Atheneum, never been there... It was close enough, and not filled with all kinds of hostile critters, he hoped. It couldn't be worse than the woods. The short walk roused enough worries from their sleep to fill the halls of Ägir, with Are the drowned at the head of the table. Every single niggling doubt came out to play as the daylight waned. Gods what he would do for a single moment of pure silence. Almost the same silence that now enveloped him as he on soft soles snuck through the halls and corridors, not necessarily dodging what few folks he heard, but rather taking other paths.
He could have walked right past the little spot between the shelves and moldy books, but he couldn't leave well enough alone. "Hey... You dead? he whispered, forgoing his usual greetings and pleasantries. The snoring should've been enough of an answer, but a poke with the axe handle was needed, just to be sure...
