“What are you planning? This seems unusual to me… Or is this how all you villagers act? Hmpff. I knew I was best staying in the forest”
He sits down in the chair, looking quickly around him, still freaked out
“Anyway… I’m… Alexander Crestington. But most call me Alex or Crest”
A: Don’t worry , i’m an odd fellow.
A: First up: He clicks his fingers
A wolf jumps out and quickly runs towards Alex. As he does , he turns back and growls.
A: That little guy decided I was treading to close to the forest. hah Fortunately , none of us were harmed. It also gave me an idea to talk to you.
A: Now I want it plain and simple.
A: What information do you have on Kathrine the Reaper?
There was only a single voice that appeared in her head that night.
“Enjoy the final.”
“The reaper? I’ve never heard of anyone go by that title. I haven’t really left the forest before, so how could I know? If this is why you threatened me, then I am not impressed. You underestimate the power of nature… The power of my companions and most of all, my power!”
Quietly imitating the growl of the wolf, Alex stares at the man, ready to command an attack at any second
A: Ahem , i tried before , but… your not the friendliest face
A: Ahem
*He brings out a sheet of paper. You can glimpse over the top of it. It says:
Information Sheet
A
Abigail Lindas: Most likely a Psychic. Very advanced knowledge on medicine. Slightly mysterious. High priority conver-.
That’s all you can read.
A: Really? Fine then. You can go. Nice “chat” anyways.
“That’s all? You wasted my time and dragged me and my companions here… Just to inform me of things. I only have some questions for you… What’s a conver? Is something you people talk about here? Typical… You try and help people and all they do is barely say anything to you”
/Takes the information sheet from the man
“Don’t you all learn about hospitality? Treating people to food and drink? I would catch prey for new forest friends and we could drink from fresh springs. I invite you to stay with us”
You wake up to a cold , abandoned , large room. You can only assume that it’s a basement of some sort. Near the door , there are two flames lighting the exit. The steam flows up and gives off an ominous vibe. The walls are completely made out of stone. The only feature of note is a large , grey , freezing table , covered in blood. Candles light the table. A table , which you are lying on.
You are tied up somehow. There is no visible rope. You cannot move.
Grea’s voice lets out a surprised yelp and she struggled, trying to at least move her wings and tails. She felt her heart racing in her chest. “I’ve been caught like an amateur…”
Andrew completely changes composure.
A: WHAT IN ALL HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?
He instinctively punches a hole through the paper , and rips it to shreds.
A: That’s CONFIDENTIAL! Good thing i had a backup.
Andrew is slightly mad.
A: LEAVE. NOW.
A: I admit, I am quite horrendous at being courteous , but clearly you have crossed the line. I will NOT answer your questions. GOOD. DAY. SIR.
Nycolas wakes up for the smallest moment. Sensing that something was wrong, like a dream where a village girl was being sacrificed on an altar. He thought it was nothing so he goes back to sleep
Making a mental note of the paper, he leaves the house, making sure his animals get out considerably before him
“Seems like this is goodbye. I guess you won’t take me up on my kind offer of coming to stay with us. Oh well, I’ll probably see you if you ever change your mind”
He leaves and slowly starts his walk back to the forest
A: Wait.
He touches the man on the shoulder again.
A: Look , i’m sorry. I was a bit too angry , that’s not like me. No hard feelings?
He holds his hand out.
Abigail looks at the many potions in the study room. She could smell that waft…
Her eyes widened, as she looked at the label of the potion.
“Knockout Potion.”
What was going on? What does that mean?
The potion wasn’t labeled lol, or Grea wouldn’t have drunk it)
/Turns around, with a large smile on his face, shaking the man’s hand happily
“None at all. I’m sorry for how I was too, I didn’t understand that I wasn’t supposed to read that.
We can still be friends.
Maybe even trust me, spend some time in the forest, we can get to know each other and then you’d see more of my natural side”
(The colours look exactly the same, one wouldnt know the difference without smelling it a few hundred times, they smell almost the same to people.)