RE: Swamped
08-24-2018, 01:16 AM
"Well, I'd better not distract you from that for too long," you say. "So can you tell me how to get to the temple, so I can get out of your way?"
He seems a little annoyed.
"That is your guide's responsibility," he says simply. "All of us have our tasks, and we do not interfere in the work of others."
Well, that's inconvenient.
"But I'm not sure where my guide is."
"Then it is their responsibility to find you. Tell me the name of your guide, however, and I shall report their negligence."
A name. Dammit. Then again, you can handle this easily with the act you've been putting on.
"Er, I forgot it," you admit a bit sheepishly. "Never been that good with names, you see."
He doesn't seem happy. You decide to push your luck a bit, if only to see how he responds.
"It might have been something like Azel?"
"You must be confused. Azel is one of the Pilgrims," says the guard. "Those who journey the world to spread word of the Master's arrival. Perhaps you heard the guide praising his name."
"That must have been it," you say.
So this must be the group's base of operations. They pass their work off as holy - and who knows, maybe they even believe it is - and control an entire city of slaves.
That still leaves you with questions as to just what they're trying to accomplish, but it's no wonder they had no qualms about sending you here alone. This whole city is their territory, and you have no idea how far it extends.
"What's your name, then?" you ask. "You've been very helpful and understanding, and I'd like to pass that along. And I'll make an effort to remember this time."
The guard smiles a little. No matter where you are, people are always looking for a chance to move up the ladder.
"I am Vils, and I am simply pleased that I could aid an honored guest. You need do me no favors."
"Vils," you say, acting as though you're having trouble with it. "At least it's short. Where would you recommend I wait for my guide to find me?"
They won't, but you might as well go through the motions.
Vils points down the street.
"Walk that way and you will soon see a building with the Master's symbol above the door. That is the Kabracam. Your guide will be certain to go there sooner or later, unless they are even more negligent than they appear to be."
You don't know what a Kabracam is, or what the Master's symbol looks like, but there's a strong tone of reverence in his voice when he mentions them. You get the distinct impression that these are important enough that anyone who was supposed to be here would know about them. Even your attempt to pass yourself off as a simpleton might not work here.
So. Do you attempt to get clearer directions out of him, or just head the way he's pointing and hope you can find the building?
He seems a little annoyed.
"That is your guide's responsibility," he says simply. "All of us have our tasks, and we do not interfere in the work of others."
Well, that's inconvenient.
"But I'm not sure where my guide is."
"Then it is their responsibility to find you. Tell me the name of your guide, however, and I shall report their negligence."
A name. Dammit. Then again, you can handle this easily with the act you've been putting on.
"Er, I forgot it," you admit a bit sheepishly. "Never been that good with names, you see."
He doesn't seem happy. You decide to push your luck a bit, if only to see how he responds.
"It might have been something like Azel?"
"You must be confused. Azel is one of the Pilgrims," says the guard. "Those who journey the world to spread word of the Master's arrival. Perhaps you heard the guide praising his name."
"That must have been it," you say.
So this must be the group's base of operations. They pass their work off as holy - and who knows, maybe they even believe it is - and control an entire city of slaves.
That still leaves you with questions as to just what they're trying to accomplish, but it's no wonder they had no qualms about sending you here alone. This whole city is their territory, and you have no idea how far it extends.
"What's your name, then?" you ask. "You've been very helpful and understanding, and I'd like to pass that along. And I'll make an effort to remember this time."
The guard smiles a little. No matter where you are, people are always looking for a chance to move up the ladder.
"I am Vils, and I am simply pleased that I could aid an honored guest. You need do me no favors."
"Vils," you say, acting as though you're having trouble with it. "At least it's short. Where would you recommend I wait for my guide to find me?"
They won't, but you might as well go through the motions.
Vils points down the street.
"Walk that way and you will soon see a building with the Master's symbol above the door. That is the Kabracam. Your guide will be certain to go there sooner or later, unless they are even more negligent than they appear to be."
You don't know what a Kabracam is, or what the Master's symbol looks like, but there's a strong tone of reverence in his voice when he mentions them. You get the distinct impression that these are important enough that anyone who was supposed to be here would know about them. Even your attempt to pass yourself off as a simpleton might not work here.
So. Do you attempt to get clearer directions out of him, or just head the way he's pointing and hope you can find the building?
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