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954051 No. 954051 ID: c70ff4

Chapter 11
+18 Adult content

First thread: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/860238.html
Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Moot_Point
Previous chapter https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/940228.html
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No. 963468 ID: c70ff4
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“Guys!” Miki tugs on Kol’s sleeve. Trying to not draw attention to herself, the baker squeaks as she tries to control herself. “Over there! That woman reading... is that...?”

The others glance sideways at the lone figure and confer with one another. “I think so. I’ve never actually seen her in person though.” Kol remarks.

Cauldera glances back at the kitsune. “Who is this person?”

Miki vibrates with glee and explains, “Its Vivian! She’s a famous opera singer!”

“What do we do?” Raithe asks.

Kol shrugs. “Well, Gabe’s a friend of hers. We should go introduce ourselves.” He heads towards the table and half turns back, “You guys coming?”
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No. 963469 ID: c70ff4
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With the group in tow, the mouse moseys up to the booth and stops a polite distance away. “Um, hi! Sorry to bother you, but-“

One of the kitsune’s ears flicks with irritation. Without looking up from the folded script, she remarks, “I’m not doing autographs today, sorry.”

“Oh, no its not about that, I guess. Uh, my name’s Kol. I’m a spirit guide: a friend of Gabe’s?”

Vivian immediately takes notice, her attitude brightening at the mention of the senders name. “Gabe? Ohhh, how’s he doing?”

“Off helping the senders in the highpeaks.” Kol mentions, mentally adding “and probably getting laid somewhere”.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen him and Delilah.” She says airily, “They’re such fun. Anyway, what can I do for you? Is this some kind of guide business?”
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No. 963471 ID: 91ee5f

>>963469
>Anyway, what can I do for you? Is this some kind of guide business?
“Not really. Just kinda walking around and wanted to try some coffee. Although, now we’re kinda stumped on how to pay for it. We were told that it had to be ‘something as memorable as the flavor, so that we might treasure meeting one another.’ Would you happen to have some advice for us?”

Also, don’t forget to watch for more feathers falling off of Cauldera!
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No. 963472 ID: 015bf2

>>963469
Not truly, no. Friend favor business.

(Introduce everyone properly.)

The lovely baker couple over there, friends of yours and Gabe, are getting married soon, and this fine Phoenix came to visit them. You’re showing her the sights about town - and catching the sights of the fey quarter for the first time yourself. Does she have any particular recommendations for someone of a tourist-y bent?

(Sip coffee.)

In all honesty, you were being a bit star struck. Apologies seem to be in order for interrupting her private time, you can swiftly move on if she desires, no autographs required.
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No. 963478 ID: cdabe3

>>963472
this
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No. 964116 ID: c70ff4
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Kol chuckles, "More like regular guide business. Just doing some friends a favor and showing a visitor around. Let me introduce you."

"These are my friends Miki and Raithe, they run the Hearthfire bakery in town."

Raithe waves back and Miki makes an excited squeal.

"Is that the place everybody is talking about?" Vivian cocks her head. "I've been meaning to check it out."

Miki's squeal raises in pitch.

"And their friend Cauldera, who's visiting from out of town." Kol continues.

"Uh, hi!"

The kitsune smiles back, her expression full of interest. "Hello, yourself. I do hope you don't plan on leaving too soon."

"I- oh!" The phoenix blushes but rallies herself to fire back, "I might stick around a bit, since its so friendly here."

Finally, Kol introduces-
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No. 964118 ID: c70ff4
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Vivian stands up suddenly. “Caleb? Is that you?”

The selkie avoids her gaze, having lurked at the back of the group, hoping to go unnoticed. “Heya, Viv...”

“Root and Stone, how long has it been? Ten years? Fifteen?” The group parts as she stands to welcome him. “How have you been?”

“You know each other?” Kol asks, amazed.

“Oh we go way back. Before I was such a big deal. Ive known Caleb for- oooh fifty years?” She shares a gleaming, sharp-toothed smile. “I heard you got married! Where’s your partner?”
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No. 964120 ID: fa2754

>>964118
Oof.
Unfortunately no longer with us..
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No. 964186 ID: ce39da

"Er- You missed him, Viv. He's uh... no longer with us."
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No. 964189 ID: 91ee5f

>>964118
>"I heard you got married! Where’s your partner?”
"Unfortunately, Adrian is no longer with us. However, his spirit lingered here for a while because he wanted to return Caleb's skin before passing on. Gabe, Casey, and I helped them and we were able to Send him peacefully."

Kol, you might want to leave out the part where Adrian was a lich. Unless Caleb decides to bring it up, then you can talk about it.
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No. 964190 ID: 015bf2

Gone. Mortals, y’know? Had a fine goodbye, so don’t worry about it. Wish it’d been longer but... a lot of good came from it. Memories you wouldn’t trade for the world.

In fact, Adrian managed to introduce you to Kol before he passed on.
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No. 964252 ID: 812ad3

Open mouth, insert foot.
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No. 964273 ID: c84ff4

>>964190
>>964252
Both of these are good options.
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No. 964378 ID: c70ff4
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“He...” Caleb grumbles, unable to finish his sentence.

“Sorry, bit of a sore subject.” Kol explains. “We helped Adrian... move on a while back.”

Vivian nods solemnly and then stops as realization hits. “Fates, that was you, wasn’t it? With the lich? Oh, Caleb...” She drapes her arms around him as the selkie appears to crumble from within.

“I- I just needed a bit more time...”

“I know, dear.” The kitsune croons. She pats the broad, scarred back sympathetically. “He was your first mortal lover, wasn’t he? Its cruel, I know.”

“I- Viv, I couldn’t save him...” The titan’s voice breaks as he sags against her, trying to hold back the tide within himself. “If I’d had my skin on me, I coulda done something.”

“I know.” The singer lifts his head to share a gaze of total understanding. Through salt-blurred eyes, Caleb stares back. “I have seen one hundred and seven summers, Caleb. Barely yet have I walked this world and the ones beyond. Just as I hear the Root and Stone and the dreams of the One, I feel the scars left by love each and every day.” She sighs and lifts a tear from his waterproof cheek with a graceful finger. “The Fates are vicious bastards, aren’t they?”
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No. 964379 ID: c84ff4

>>964378
that they are. we do our best to deal with it.
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No. 964390 ID: b1b4f3

No. They just are.
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No. 964391 ID: fa2754

>>964378
We should take a step back and let those two have a moment. Our guest might have questions, yeah?
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No. 964394 ID: 015bf2

Perhaps, but... better to have lived and lost, than never have lived at all. Adrian very much wanted Caleb to achieve future happiness as well, and one thinks that includes in memory. Kol would hope the same of any long-lived friend or lover of theirs - that his death be bitter in passing, perhaps, but his life sweet in memory.

But it’s certainly fine to grieve! Shall you leave the two for a bit and figure out how to pay for your coffee while they catch up on old times?
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No. 964446 ID: 365ffb

Let them talk.
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No. 964968 ID: c70ff4
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“If, uh- if you guys need a minute,” Kol mutters, feeing awkward, “we’ll get a table and... er, yeah.”

Vivian nods sagely, letting Caleb rest his grief on her shoulder.

Miki and Kol take a seat in one of the alcoves while the elementals hover nearby.

“What was that all about?” Cauldera asks, sipping her coffee.

Kol lets out a long exhalation as he rewinds back to their first encounter. “We met Caleb a couple of months ago while searching for a ghost ship. It turned out his husband, Adrian, was haunting his boat and Caleb was using a natural source of mana to sustain him.”

“Woah! What happened?”

“Miki and I helped Adrian find Caleb’s selkie skin and move on the etherial sea. We’ve just tried to be there for him since.”

“Awwww. I didn’t realize guides took care of stuff like that.” She looks over at the shuddering hulk of a sailor and sighs, “Looks like he’s been holding a lot in.”

“He doesn’t really talk about it much.” Kol admits, “But he called me Adrian this morning.”
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No. 964969 ID: c70ff4
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“Poor guy.” Miki looks into her coffee with her lip pouting. “If anything happened to Raithe, I don’t know what I’d do.” She suddenly looks to the elemental, concerned. “Wait, how long do elementals live anyway?”

The salamander scratches behind his horns and shrugs. “Hard to say, but longer than the fae. Although after a couple of hundred years, most elementals settle down somewhere and fall asleep and become part of the world itself.”

“So you’re gonna marry me even though, you’ll outlive me by hundreds of years?” Miki stares at her fiancé with watery eyes.

“Well, yeah.” Raithe floats down to pat her on the hand, “I want to be with you for as long as we can have together.”

“Aww. That’s sweet, dear. Still unfair, though.”

“Yeaaah, we’ll probably have to talk about it at some point.”

Raithe catches Cauldera’s eye and notices the expression on her face. “What?”

The phoenix chuckles. “Nothing. Its just... its nice to see you so happy. When you left I remember just how nervous you were. Can’t help but feel a tad jealous."
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No. 964984 ID: b1b4f3

>>964969
I'm sure she'll find someone special someday.

>>962327
WHOOPS left Casey hanging. Go looking around for someone who's aboveground. You could also ask one of the buried undead.
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No. 965016 ID: fa2754

>>964969
If Moot Point is any indication, there's plenty of love to be found..
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No. 965133 ID: 028f23

>>964969
Cuties.

Nervous about what, though? I mean, he certainly was when we first met him. I hate to bring up an old relationship that didn't work out, but they both seem amiable enough and willing to talk about it.
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Casey skirts around the edge of the graveyard, wary of treading on any of the resting undead. She threads her way towards the head of the supine bargast, looking for one person in particular.

She finds him reclining against the log bridge with a stalk of wheat between his crooked teeth. The soldier perks up at the sound of her approach and hails her.

“Ah good to see you, miss. Here to see master Rodwin?” Sir Opinel’s voice booms enthusiastically against the trees.
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No. 965881 ID: c70ff4
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“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find someone.” Kol nods. He reaches out to pat Cauldera comfortingly but stops himself. “Especially here.” He chuckles to himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that in the last year or so, I think we’re responsible for more than a few fresh relationships.”

‘Heh, no kidding.” Raithe and Miki share a blushy glance.

“By the way,” Kol says, glancing at his still untouched coffee, “what do you think the barista meant when she said we owed her ‘a memorable performance’?”

The others return a trio of shrugs.

“I’m not much of a performer. Every time I sing, my flame breath tends to come out.” Miki giggles.

“Its true, you should see her in the kitchen.” Raithe nods. “I -uh... I don’t know about performing. I’m not exactly comfortable on a stage.”

“I’m a pretty good dancer.” Cauldera twitches her hips and her flames crackle. “I don’t know if its memorable enough.”

“I suppose we’ll figure it out.” Kol sighs and takes a sip of coffee.
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No. 965882 ID: c70ff4
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As the earthy-sweet taste hits his lips, the lights dim, leaving only the cavernous stage illuminated. A single figure stands on the floorboards, his hands covering his chest.

Caleb’s gravelly voice warms up as he begins to sing, stuttering, but gaining strength. He begins to truly project as he loses himself in the song.

Désolé
Désolé, quand tu mens
Désolé
I'm a long way from land
Désolé
I don't know what to do
Désolé, désolé
Try to hold on to you

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No. 965883 ID: c70ff4
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Kol closes his eyes, and a rush of memory floods through him. Caleb’s voice comes through, but it joined by another. The familiar sound echoes back from nowhere and everywhere. The back and forth forms a warm nostalgia: of time spent close, of setting out together.

Désolé, désolé
But dear, I don't wanna die
Désolé
I'm gonna have my lamé
Désolé, désolé
Désolé
Désolé, désolé
I'm gonna have my lamé

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No. 965884 ID: c70ff4
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Memories rise up like dark waves across the deck of the ship. Under strain, the rigging groans with deep bass notes as the wind bows back and forth. Rain drums a savage snare against the sails. The sea pitches back and forth in a heaving crash.

Désolé
Désolé, compliqué
Désolé
I don't know what to say anymore
Désolé
While everyone on their own
Désolé, désolé
I'm tryin' to hold on to you

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No. 965885 ID: c70ff4
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There’s a gunshot snap as something in the rigging gives way. A large, heavy shape swings out of the darkness and there is a flash of pain.

Désolé, désolé
But dear, I don't wanna die
Désolé
I'm gonna have my lamé
Désolé, désolé
Désolé
Désolé, désolé
I'm gonna have my lamé
Désolé
Désolé

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No. 965886 ID: c70ff4
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There is a rush and a splash. Icy teeth chew their way into every nerve and spread a hungry numbness. A distant voice bellows a name somewhere above the churning surface. The consonants battle with the roar of the waves, becoming murkier as consciousness slips away.

Désolé
Désolé, quand tu mens
Désolé
C'est une longue file d'attente
Désolé
Tous mes fantômes sont bleus
Désolé, désolé
Try to hold on to you

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No. 965887 ID: c70ff4
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Kol gasps, taking the first breath in, what seems like, forever.

The last lines of Caleb’s song finish and silence spreads its thoughtful fingers through the quiet cafe.

Lyrics by Gorillaz. Apologies but it just seemed a bit too perfect
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No. 965897 ID: fa2754

>>965887
Hope no one's feeling Busted and Blue..

Kol, can your spirit dance better than your physical body?
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No. 965899 ID: 91ee5f

>>965887
Looks like you got some of Adrian‘s memories when you let him in your body.

Clap your hands and applaud Caleb’s song.

>>965897
>dance
It’s too late for that, the song has already ended.
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No. 965933 ID: dbd72b

>>962886
Just pointing out she never named a performer. Price paid?

Maybe look around and see if anyone else was affected, especially Caleb
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No. 966178 ID: bb5949

Nice (mice?) latté (ratté?) art. I feel even worse for poor Caleb and Adrian now though. I assumed it was just a case of fey-mortal lifespan mismatch that separatedthem, but now we know Adrian died suddenly and violently, and that it seems they only got to enjoy a few brief years together...

‹spoiler›If this is foreshadowing something tragic happening to separate Miki and Raithe I swear I'm going to cry‹/spoiler›

Kol, is Caleb actually on the stage, or is he still with Vivian and all that you just saw a coffee-fuelled vision? Can you see the barista's reaction?

Casey, jokingly demand to know where Sir Opinel's courtly manner is? Surely a knight shouldn't allow himself to be found in such a state of relaxation and neglect of duty, especially not by a fair maiden such as yourself?
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No. 966311 ID: 028f23

>>965880
There's something inspiring about seeing an undead soul with so much life in them. Guess there's nothing quite like a good bit of rest and relaxation, whichever side of the grave you're on.
He's not half bad on the eyes, either.

>>965887
Oh boy.
The past never really lets go, huh. Even if we try to ourselves. And it's clear that it has its hooks in both of you.
I think you gotta think about how you both see your relationship. Maybe not now, maybe not tonight, maybe not this week. But soon. Caleb is still mourning, and his closeness to both of you is starting to blur. Heal or harm, you're both going to have to confront how you see what's between you, and what that means.

Otherwise, you should speak to your uncle about this. Either this is a well-understood side-effect of sharing bodies with another, or sharing your body, mind, and soul with a being so desperate to live, so hungry for life, left more than passing mark on you.
I'm gonna guess it's that second one though.
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No. 966754 ID: c70ff4
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“Sir Opinel!” Casey hails back. “So odd to see a knight in repose. Shouldn’t you be guarding something?”

“Ever vigilant, my dear.” The stitched together soldier chuckles. “Hardly necessary at this point. After the first couple of weeks, the number of looky-loos having a peek around dropped off.“ He mumbles to himself jokingly, “I wonder if the grave-fleas got them all.”

He stretches his shoulders with a creak of ancient joints and comes to attention. “Anyway, what can I do for you this fine day?”

“I’ve come because I’ve found a historical source we’re hoping will help us figure out what happened to Lord Hekal.” Casey explains. “The problem is, its written in a runic system I can’t read. The only other example I’ve seen is in the lair of the vampire lord Miur.”

“You visited Miur the Miserable’s lair?” Opinel’s eyes perk up. “Not an easy task for an air breathing mortal. Spite me, even for a bone soldier like myself it was a pain in the backside.” His fingers drum on the pommel of his sword thoughtfully. “Never was one for the quill myself, but there should be someone around we can dredge up. Good thing you showed up, it was getting dull around here.”
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No. 966755 ID: c70ff4
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The world comes back into focus as gentle, but genuine applause fills the air. Kol looks around him at the others, who chatter to one another in surprise.

“I had no idea Caleb could sing like that!”

“Very moving!”

“Ohhh that was lovely.”

“Very memorable, wouldn’t you say?”

The fey barista leans over a counter and grins toothily at Kol.

Feeling called out, the medium gets up to join her at the counter. Keeping his voice low, he asks, “All that... did you see it too?”

Her eyes twinkle mischievously but she says nothing.

“Did... did anyone else see?” Kol asks.

“I don’t know what kind of bond you share, but it must be quite strong to have a memory so vivid.” Her eyes narrow. “You’re handling it quite well. I take it this is not the first memory of death you’ve encountered?”

Kol’s breath rattles loose. “Y-yeah. But nothing so... violent and sudden. In my own memory, its something I’ve prepared for. Nothing like this.”

“You saw what you needed to see, I hope it can guide you.” She gives him a sympathetic pat on the hand.

“Hooboy. I guess Caleb and I should talk, shouldn’t we...”
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No. 966767 ID: 028f23

>>966754
They have kinda been sittin around for three solid months, aye? The restful dead folks probably don't care, but I imagine after the excitement of our first visit, Sir Opinel's probably hankerin to get out and about. Hmm. Probably not safe for them to come into town to chat and relax. Not just cause of how folks would react, but cause we don't know whether his bindings will remain stable outside the bargast. The big reason we can be chill with these guys is they don't need to feed on living things' mana. It would suck if we accidentally messed that up for them.

Might be worth mentioning to the others, though. Don't know if we can count the good knight as a friend per se, but it's never a bad idea to make one.

>>966755
Abso-lutely.
Even if it was just Fae magic amplified by your bond, that's heavy stuff for both of you to be carrying around on your lonesomes.
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No. 966768 ID: 567477

Well, you might want to take a little while to come up with a way to present it. "I remember what it was like for him to die" is sort of a sensitive subject.
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No. 966824 ID: 365ffb

Selkie's cried today already. You can tell him sometime later. Obviously you should, but wait until you're someplace a little more private.
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No. 966830 ID: dbd72b

>>966754
Dredge!

>>966755
Thank the lady. Then give Caleb a hug. Make a mental note to have a discussion with him next time it's appropriate
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No. 967420 ID: c70ff4
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“Now I just gotta figure out what to say to the guy...” Kol muses to himself.

“You’ll know the words when its time.” The fey barista nods sagely and shoos him back to his table with a friendly waggle of her fingers.

On his way back, Kol nearly bumps into Caleb returning from the stage. The selkie clears his throat and stammers, “Oh! H-hey, Kol. I- uh...”

“Caleb, hey! T-that was, um- really good. I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“I mean... s’ been a while, but Viv insisted. It- it wasn’t too much?” The sailor shifts awkwardly on his powerful legs.

“No! No, it was... it was really incredible.” Kol sighs, letting the full emotional weight of Caleb’s loss settle on his shoulders. “Caleb, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were carrying all that inside all this time.”

“What?! I mean... ” The fey scratches self consciously at the small of his back: the blunt clawtip scraping pale scar tissue. “I guess. Its been... a lot to deal with lately. I dunno. M’not good at this kind of stuff.” He admits, through a twisted grimace.

“We should talk: about everything. I want to hear more about you, and about Adrian. I’d like to help you... I don’t know... just get all this off your chest.” Kol places a hand on the sailor’s broad shoulder.

Caleb nods back at him, finally letting himself look the medium in the eye. “Y-yeah. Next time we... get some time to ourselves, okay?”
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No. 967421 ID: c70ff4
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They rejoin the rest of the tour group at the table and Caleb shimmies into the bench seat.

Miki beams and gushes, “Caleb, that was fantastic! I had no idea you were a singer!”

“Heh. Thanks.” He grumbles warmly. “Been a while since I did anything like that.”

“So what now? Should we keep moving?”

Caleb shakes his head and grins, “Oh no. You’re gonna want to stick around for this...”
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“Sounds good.” Casey steps up her pace to follow him, “Where are we going?”

“I think I remember where a scribe or two is buried. They mostly dealt with accounting the lists and supplies. Odds are one of them ought to be able to read the old tongues.”

“There are accountants buried here? I thought it was all ancient warriors like you.”

Opinel chuckles. “Lord Hekal always said: that the secret to war was to sow confusion among the enemy and order among your forces. The tallying of battle is as much a weapon as a blade.”

“Huh, I had no idea...”

“To be fair, its not like bards sing the praises of legendary quartermasters. In reality, most of war is dull and tedious.” He sighs.

“Sir knight, if I didn’t know better it sounds as if you’ve been bored to tears.” Casey teases. “Is there some way we can brighten up your un-life?”

The knight shakes his head in astonishment. “M’lady you cut me to the bone. In truth: yes. For the first time in centuries I am surrounded by life and cannot take leave to enjoy it. The biggest thrill in the last few months was sparring with your partner, Kol.”
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No. 967452 ID: ce39da

Kol: "We'll want to stick around for what, pray-tell?"

Casey: "Looking for an escort, are we? Of course, I can't make any promises - a day-trip into Moot would need signing off from several parties that aren't me, so I'll have to ask around. If you had something more intimate in mind, I'd like to know just how well that body functions before I commit to doing anything with you."
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No. 967453 ID: f7c8e0

Ever since Sir Opinel's reappearance in this chapter I sense a strong signal suggesting that he's available for some actions.

I guess this is what people's looking for since his entry, right?
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No. 967471 ID: 6c227a

>>967453
I mean look at that smile. look at that hot dog bod. listen to that slam dunk of a conversational opening. How are we supposed to NOT proposition the dead pupper?
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No. 967482 ID: 028f23

>>967421
oooh, further Fae performances?

>>967422
Really is nothing quite like a good sparring match, eh? Matching wits and wills, feeling the fire in your veins and the thrill of willful strife with a worthy foe! No loss, no tragedy, no fear, only the singing of thundering hearts and jolly pugilism!

Pity that out of all our fellows, only Kol seems to have any experience with martial arts. That said, I'm sure there are martial artists, boxers, or other athletes in town who would leap head over heels at the chance to study centuries-old techniques from a professional fighter of a bygone era.

....there are, of course, other ways to feel alive and get some exercise.
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