Game recommendation: Rimworld. There's just so much happening all the time, it's not getting boring. I lost my first colony after hardly a year, after fighting malaria, installing several peg legs, fighting rampaging animals, killing mad prisoners and taming a bear.
"So… How was it like? School, I mean." I asked, pouring the reheated Fumee back into the cups it had cooled off in.
"What do you think? Normal. Like any school."
"I've never gone to school."
He looked up from his porridge with amazement. "You- Was it all books? For everything?"
I didn't think before bringing up this topic, but now it was making me a little bit sad, melancholic, to recall. "Hm. Something like that, yes. My mother taught me how to read and write. After that lectures were all visits to the library. There were no real teachers or even many children in my clan, so there was no other way. At the same time I learned the same things my older brother learned and he's two years older." I didn't notice when I'd unconciously started to mush my rockeggs. All my family was still back home. Goosebumbs spread all over my skin thinking of that place. I just had to leave.
"Impressive. That's why you went straight for the books." The Master noted. "And that's the first time you mentioned your family. Bad blood?"
"Is this about me now? Not fair." Now I had to pay for all I took, ey? I guess it also wasn't fair to make him answer all of my questions while not answering any of his. But my family… They're not embarrassing or anything I just… don't like thinking about them. Especially my brother… I pulled my legs up onto the chair with layed back wings. "I wouldn't call it 'bad blood'. It's more like we live in different universes entirely." Was that enough? He looked at me. Or through me? Anyways, he wasn't moving a muscle, like he was thinking about something again. That always made me nervous. "W-well… I didn't want to become the wife of the son of my father's assistant." Zumul Feathersteel, what a twat. By Lor, he's thirty years older than me and is dumb as a rock. How could father even accept the proposal. No offence, rocks.
Master Zargeth still didn't move. He just sat there, curling his moustache between two fingers, apparently thinking. Or just listening? "What's your surname, Kyriel?" he then asked out of the blue.
"And your Squall?"
"Miststa-… Miststalker, also." Damn, it was a trap.
"Kyriel Miststalker of the Miststalker Squall. I see. I get you."
"Then what's your whole name, Master?" Actually, why did we wait for months before telling each other our names?
"Don't you know already?" Did I? "Zargeth Elvaai." OH, riiiight, I read that.
"Elvaai… That sounds nice…" It sounds less aggressive than 'Miststalker'. "What does it mean? Does it have meaning?"
"I'm not entirely familiar with the old language, but I remember it meaning something like 'hunter in moonlight' or 'searcher in the night', 'Starscout'." He laughed. "Maybe even 'walking in the dark'."
We sat there silently unsure what to do. Already a while ago we'd finished eating and normally we'd practice spell casting outside after breakfast (Well, it was already noon after all that had happened.) though the storm continued to whip it's tails against the shutters. It reminded me of home. My Squall was not practicing magic, but they loved to summon storms like this, with or without rain, to send out hunting parties. Winds are naturally light (hollow bones and all), we move faster when carried by the wind.
Master Zargeth got up. "Let's practice in the study."
"Yes, Master!"+ −
Beware, it's a long one! ;)
The sudden sound of thunder did not shake him the least. He only stared motionless at the closed shutters, that might have been as old as my Master looked. From rain and sun and frost the wood had bent and produced gaps, allowing an occasional gust of wind to tickle the candle flames.
Master Zargeth sighed. "There's no use in keeping this secret from you any longer. Since you're already curious, it would only cause more trouble later. I'd advise you to just sit back and listen, so don't ask anything unpleasant, alright?"
I simply nodded in anticipation and made myself comfortable, ready to absorb any story he'd throw at me.
"I hope you don't expect any grand narrative, because my reasons were quite simple. This disguise's only purpose was to let me live in peace." He shifted in his chair, frowning over his thoughts.
"So you did it yourself?" I asked. Whoops.
"What? Ah, yes, I put this spell onto myself. But it wasn't irreversable at first. Actually, let me start at the beginning instead of the end. Let's go back ten or twelve years. I can't even remember how many it was anymore, but it doesn't really matter. At that time I had just left my home town to join the Guild and enter their school. Just like you told me you had done.
"But it wasn't so easy for them to send me away, since I grew up in a mostly elven community. Everybody there knew a little bit of magic and taught it to their children, so of course I had already been a fairly able novice. And I wanted to learn more. By law they had to admit me, but they didn't like it."
"But why!?" I blurted. This was something I desperately needed to know. It never felt like they had a true reason not to take me in.
He continued with a grim face "Because they are not us. They're scared of us. The Guild is a human invention, their leaders are humans, most of the teachers are humans and they like to keep to their own. They don't want long-living leaders that think in centuries instead of decades. Imagine how it must be to know your lifespan is only a fleeting moment to another. If a human were to have an elven friend from childhood on, they will have grown children by the time that friend celebrates their coming of age."
"That is true, but there are plenty of human settlements already lead by elvish clan leaders or other long-living people, aren't there? And they seem to have accustomed to the quicker pace of humans. Why is the Guild so particular about it? I mean, most of them are temporary anyways, with senates and all behind them."
"That's the part that's different but also very stupid about the Guild. First: they are not a place that needs a governor, they are a guild. Second: they are afraid of power. As long as they are in their own little, controllable world, they can do whatever they like. For generations the leading positions have been given to the most able mages. Teachers or researchers, those people with greatest power and knowledge in their field of expertise. Do know what that means?"
"Picking the most talented from all mages in the Guild, would include mostly those of elven origin. Old elves have much more experience and even a young one can soon surpass a seasoned human mage, if he's talented. Because we have a natural affinity to magic, it's already in us when we're born. It's part of our life."
Oh, I got it. "What. They just don't let elves in for this matter? Keep them out and they won't disturb us?"
"I am not sure actually. Being part of the Guild gives you the legal right to research, teach and councel, maybe it's not just old men being racist. I don't know."
"Wait, so you are still IN the Guild?"
"No, I was expelled."
"Me teaching you is illegal, yes."
Oh. "So I never had a chance to be admitted?"
"Well, I was admitted. They had to, because I was already practicing. Of course they found a way to expell me before I graduated. You probably know why already, when you stole those books from the library."
Forbidden research, If I remember correctly. Blood rituals, dangerous experimentation, spell research, tainting and extracurricular spelling. I nodded, though I wanted to ask what exactly it was. "I don't know what the reasons really mean, though." I decided to mention.
"Hopefully you'll never." He said in an incantatory voice. I shivered. "Anyway, back to why I am disguising my appearance."
Oh, right, that was what this was about.
"They expelled me and tried to ban me from ever practicing again. Of course these things are done by sealing and signing. Of course I had no choice. Going against them would have caused a lot trouble. I'd be a wanted criminal, maybe even declared a danger to all life, hunted until killed."
I gasped at the thought.
"It was a humiliating ceremony. My punishment was enforced in front of an audience of at least one hundred Magisters and Senators. I was bound with spell suppressing shackles, guards watched my every move, ready to pin my feet to the ground should I try to spell with them, and I had to wear a magicaly woven mask to restrain my face muscles. At least I was allowed clothing." He chuckled ironically. "The sealing itself felt similar to how it should have felt, when I put one on you, but it was done by several Magisters to amplify the power of the bind enough to make the sign unbreakable."
"But… You still CAN use magic, Master."
"Are you that powerful?"
"Apparently, I am."
"How?? Did the sealing just fail? Did they do something wrong?"
"No, I don't think so. It felt right. Definitely. And seals and signs don't have an expiration date. But when I stepped out of the courthouse, still wearing that stupid ceremonial robe with nothing to do but go somewhere and start over, I was already casting magic again with no trouble at all. I even felt a bit stronger"
I was speachless.
"I ended up coming here to hide away, moving into this old tower. The original owner had died long before I got here, I had even found his skeleton unburried in the living quarters. Of course I had to diguise myself to mime the new owner and to keep word of a young, powerful darkelven wizard practicing in these woods from traveling back to the Guild."
"Ah, so that's why!"
"Hush, I'm not done, yet. Disguises can be done temporaryly or more firmly, you see. To keep up a good impression of an old man, I had to use an illusion that couldn't be seen through by close inspection. For that method you bind the disguise to an object and switch between looks by touching said object. That is how I did it."
"That means you still can change back? Anytime?"
"No. Not anymore. The Guild is more clever than you might think. They found me regardless, found out what had happened. Maybe they were following me. tracking me down to keep an eye on me. I could tell, that they didn't trust me. Well, I really did do all those things I wasn't supposed to." He grinned. He didn't want me to know what his deeds really were, but now he grinned. "And then, with no other option left, they decided to just take away the bound object to fix their failure. This way I'd forever be the old man in the Tower, that dabbles in magic but never graduated from magic school." He smiled at me. A cold, tired smile. Like an old man talking of precious days of the past. "Well, now you know. Back to your studies."
Actually, I didn't really want to read anymore right now.
"No, actually" The chair creaked as the Master stood up. "Let's continue breakfast."+ −
I was sick until yesterday and not perfectly healthy today, but I didn't really want to be late. Have fun! \o/
It's exciting right now so the next part will probably be a bit early :P
Time had passed and I heared footsteps nearing. Then they paused. Absorbed in taking notes I only imagined what Master Zargeth must have looked like as he reached this floor and had a first look around. My table was small so sheets of paper and rolls of parchment easily flew off. I never bothered to pick them back up until I was done for the day, so there was already plenty covering the floor. Even with the library set up like a maze it was obvious what had happened here from the entrance. In my mind I saw him raising an eyebrow in surprise. Then I heared the sound of paper being picked up closing in.
"Interesting choice of literature." He commented eyes on the sheets in his hand as he stopped next to the small desk. "You know what this is?"
I took a breath and streched my neck. "Nope!" I must have sat there for over an hour already, taking notes without knowing the use of any of it. I leaned back to look him in the face. "I don't understand many things in this weird book, but it sounded like something I wanted to try. But there are many old glyphs I don't understand and all…" hoping to find one quickly I leafed through the book. "It doesn't even have a title."
"Actual Witchery, that's what it is. If you master what's in there you'd be the only real witch this side of the globe and the only one on the continent."
"Skip to the back, I think I had a key for the glyphs."
I did as I was told and found a newer sheet of parchment written in his hand. "That's useful!" Quickly I looked it over for this and that symbol I'd already seen and it all made a little more sense. It seemed to me to mainly be about alchemical reactions and mixing medicine. "Thanks!" I exclaimed, but put the book down again. "So how did it go?" I asked a bit nervously.
He was looking over my notes and had didn't notice what I'd said for another minute. "Hm?"
"What did they say? Delar and Maeve?"
"Nothing important, just a few more details about howw I should come to the hospital once a week to teach about the herbal medicines I make, how to properly use them. Things like that. It's a neat idea but they really just tried to impress each other I think."
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"Exactly. They didn't really look at me but glanced at each other when they spoke, it was absurd. Still I accepted their offer. That silly game didn't change the fact that they wanted to pay me money."
"Heh… and here I was worried Maeve was being jeallous of me and was going to really mess with me." I mumbled, a bit relieved. "So they are actually going to pay you?"
"Of course. I don't need this acceptance bullshit they tried to get away with. They are going to have a hard time finding a donor…" He was already drifting off again. My notes on witchery were that interesting?
Then he suddenly clicked his fingers. "That's it!" triumphantly he threw the sheets he was holding over his shoulder "Now I remember."
"What… do you… remember?" I asked, being very puzzled.
"I remembered why I can't do witchery." he explained now very calmly. "It's a girl thing."
"Something about body parts or hormones or something. Some crucial parts can only be done if you have the right body. I was wondering why I didn't look into this more. But I'm sure I can help you figure things out so let's go deep with this." The Master pulled up a chair and started catching up with me by reading my notes by page number.
I didn't know what to say.
Also. Wait. There was something else I wanted.
"Wait. You wanted to explain to me why you look like this. I want to hear about that first!" I demanded.
He sighed. "Damn."+ −
I just updated the file itself, so the link is always the same, but the file is not.
5 more days on Amber Leaf Farm. Resume reading on page 5+ −
Sometimes when I try to do something (like writing a lot) I begin to feel like I am missing something. A tool, a gadget or something like that. But then again I end up doing it (writing a lot) without it and I think "Damn, you don't really need -the thing- it's all great." and then I want to get something else in it's stead. It can be quite frustrating xD
This time it was like this. I wanted to have a tablet that I could install Linux on so it could run Lyx, the software I use to write, but there hardly are working solutions for that. Then again those could become quite pricey. I had a lenovo tab 3 in mind, but I was waiting for the price to drop, since there would be new models coming out this month. See that? I wanted to be clever lol
But now I am all fine with what I have (an old netbook and a desktop), but now I really want a PS4 to play JRPGs xD
Now I am waiting for those to become cheaper… :>
Of course I didn't run ahead to read a pretty book right away! Who do you think I am? I carefully put my ear to the keyhole and tried to listen in.
They actually talked about the deal that Maeve had proposed. Boring. Someone was constantly walking up and down the room. The wooden floor creaked periodicaly in several spots. They continued to speak very well mannered and I lost interest. I'd find out about this anyways when Delar and Maeve were gone. Guess they wouldn't talk about me being a pest or anything.
To the library then.
I pulled out a random book from a random section and threw myself into that one cushioned armchair. It really just reminded me of a pile of furs on sacks filled with goose feathers rather than a real chair. But it was the most comfortable thing in the whole tower (depending on what the Master kept past the room with the fire place on the 6th floor).
The book I'd picked had a dark and greasy leather cover and no title. Which was odd. Thanks to this I didn't think too much about what anyone could maybe say about me downstairs and let myself be taken away by curiosity. Instantly I opened it on a random page then leafed through it bit by bit. No pictures so far. Pictures would easily have told me what this book was about, so skipped back to the first page.
"This here be ref for hundreds and guide to all who wisheth." said the very first sentence. It was difficult to read, since it used old letters and was written by hand instead of magic-hand, that would make the font consistent and easy to decipher. Also the word "hundreds" was written as a glyph that used to mean something like "many times many" and was not actually a number.
The next few lines were warnings. I shouldn't read on if I didn't want to die. Something like that. This had to be cowpiss, since the Master kept all the dangerous books in the next arm behind a locked and sealed door. So I read on.
I had to skip forwards some pages to finally find a headline. "First Mikses" it said. Again the number as an old glyph and "mikses" is just wrong, but I thought it should have been "mixtures".
"You wouldth not put away this here ref, so take the first to heart." Followed by a list of materials. Chalk, wax, the shell of some kind of animal, "glittering rocks" (whatever those were supposed to be), then several plants and berries, most of them poisonous, I believe.
Puzzled I skipped forwards to the end of the instructions. "Then this willth give [weird glyph] and enlightenth you in our path. Keep close always." What? Was this just some quack writing down his visions while sniffing sulfur vapors? It didn't make sense at all! What was this about?
But… if these things were something real, I wanted to understand them and learn it all. This seemed very interesting. I got up to go find some ink and paper.+ −
Recently I've been dreaming a lot again. I really don't know what I am doing to deserve these. Anyway, I wanted to write them down.
I left one out from the night before last night, because it was greatly embarassing stuff from back in school and people being cruel towards me, but there was a wonderful trainride through the mountains with piles of snow around that were higher than the train itself, which was impressive.
This is from two nights before last night.
It's night, the streets are broad and empty. Tall blocks of houses on every corner. The moon's a dark crescent, stars are not visible, but the street lights light up the streets well. They feel lifeless and dead. A single tree, kind of large tree grows out of the sidewalk.
Then there is me, which is strange. Normally I don't dream of myself. But there I am: black jeans, black sweater, long messy hair. Haven't worn something like that casually since 11th grade, I think. Just skirts since then, except for trips into the forest.
I am flying. Actually, I am minecraft creative mode flying. To fly I jump and jump again and then I am slow, like I am really just swimming, trying to dive deep, but I'm floating back up - just the other way around. I fly around the only tree and sit on a street light.
But then… there is someone. I don't know who it is, can't see them. It might be a man, since I feel it must be one. But he's standing in the dark. He can see me. I get scared.
I don't want this man to see me. It's bad if he does and I want to fly away! I feel that it's no problem at all, since I CAN fly! However… I mess up lift-off. Weirdly jumping around I try to get my feet off the ground growing more flustered and stressed every time. Until I actually fly. Then I go hide in the dark, ontop the streetlamp or behind the tree. I know these places should conceal me, but then they don't. He's still staring right at me. I feel hopeless and have trouble breathing. Panic.
Then… I am back on the ground, trying to fly. It all repeats…
I dreamed this this morning during a 25min nap.
Running. I'm in a hurry. It's not really me, rather I am watching others run. Actually they are characters from the Sonic the Hedgehog universe. I used to play those games for forever, often coming back to them, replaying them over and over. Whenever I think of running I think Sonic, or Shadow or any other character. In my dream it was a race and the person I associate myself with is about to lose and give up.
The scene changed completely.
I am in our flat and I am me, lying where I am actually sleeping: on the sofa in the living room, facing into the room. A tingly feeling runs through my fingers, like a weak current. I can't move. There's an actual ghost floating in front of and slightly above me. Just so I can't see it. But I know it's there and it's partly made of electricity. It's keeping me from moving.
The ghost does nothing more. I feel a stronger current going through my whole body, but doesn't hurt at all. Though I am nervous and a bit scared. It floats over to the balcony window. In contrary to reality, the sun shines brightly and the windows are mostly pure white. Then it disperses and is gone.
But it left me a present. The printer is possessed or hacked, it feels like either. It keeps printing photographs of my husband and me. Really old ones - older than the time I've known him for even - in many different sized and in strips of many, like those strips of pictures from a booth. I want to jump there and pull the cable, but I am still bound to the sofa.
Finally I can move, I instantly stand before the printer, that continues to do his scary deed. I notice that I must be asleep, I don't know what triggered it. Deciding to wake up, I do so.
I am convinced that all must be real now, back on the sofa. Quickly I get up and run over to the printer. It's still printing photos, but that's alright! I pull the cable right from the printer. It's even one of those with a little bumper on that prevents the cable from slipping out, like a LAN cable, and I managed to concentrate on removing it properly. That made me proud.
Now I have to remove the remaining sheets stuck in the printer. Luckily it has knobs for that. Knobs I can just turn and it scrolls the paper in or out, just like on a typewriter! It's a really good printer.
Suddenly I notice that the printer is standing where it couldn't stand and the bookshelf is missing, our printer is also not shaped like a typewriter. And why did I not pull the plug from the socket instead? And how could it print this much without paper?
Shocked I step back from the printer.
I open my eyes.+ −
Since I bought a new pen tablet (wacom intuos S2, it's light and wonderful!) I had to try something digital again. I often see such interesting styles that I'd like to use myself. What better way is there to learn a method than to go ahead and try to reproduce it? Eventually I'll manage ;)
This was my reference: Pretty picture
I think I went overboard with shadows, otherwise… hm, all in all still not as 'calm' or 'clear' as my reference. Gotta try again ^^'
I went exploring in the nearby park today. Next to a snail shell, forget-me-nots, a sleeping duck, sexually active bugs and a wallet, I found myself way too occupied with my surroundings. So sitting outside to write would probably be a bad idea. :D
It's nice to sit in my cozy and dark little flat to write about the rainbows.
Master Zargeth stood up and downed his remaining Fumee in a single motion. "We'll talk about this in a moment." He said calmly but sternly and headed down the stairs.
In a moment? Did he really just say that? Just like that he's going to explain this to me? I expected him to roll his eyes and give me a warning. He told me to forget about the matter after all. I got really excited and jumped after him to meet our visitor as well.
I thought I'd heared Delar's voice before taking the last turn, but the person standing in the door and having their hand kissed by the Master was tall, young woman dressed in a simple dress, that had not been dyed, with a woolen shawl over her shoulders. Her ashen hair was tucked into a messy bun with a single lock dangling before her right eye. It took me a while to recover. Master had certeinly never greeted ME that way… Well, if I remember correctly I had not given him a chance to do so on our first encounter. I'd just dropped the apple in the barrel right from the tree. A-a-also I wouldn't know how to initiate the like, I mean, it's not like you just grab somebody's hand to kiss it. Normally the other person… cough I shook my head.
Oh, right, that woman, by the way, was Maeve, Delar's girlfriend. So it was probably really his voice I'd heared. With a generic friendly smile on my face I joined in. Delar stood right beside her, surprisingly dressed a bit more fancy than otherwise. That leather jerkin really accentuated his figure and he carried his sword in an ornamented scabbard. Did he actually really care for Maeve or was this to impress me? I hoped it was for her. He wasn't my type no matter what he did. A friend doesn't need to to be attractive, a lover does!
I greeted them with deep nod and kept my place a step behind my Master. Zargeth acknowledged my presence with a quick smile before he asked: "Now, why do you seek me?"
Delar started to speak: "My lovely Maeve here has a brilliant idea that might interest you and might help the townspeople and your reputation. Would you tell him, dear?"
Maeve had had her eyes cast to the ground and now lifted her head gracefully. I thought I'd puke watching that. She was so not this way when she didn't know someone was watching. "I feel that we might benefit from each other if we would work together more closely, Great Wizard." Even her voice sounded slightly afloat. "We are only a handful of nurses at the hospital and not all of us a well enough educated. If you could help us out with your knowledge as an acting apothecary and send maybe improve our stocks we would be able to bonify our efforts. Of course we would all properly reward you for your help." Again she lowered her head. I got more and more frustrated. Girl! You don't have oust me! I am not your enemy! Of course I didn't know if that was just her 'official' self and totally not because she didn't like me. If I were certain I would have told her right there. Sorry.
The Master seemed speachless for a moment.
"We shan't talk in the entryway. Let's discuss these matters in the shop." He motioned them to go ahead. "Kyriel, would you hang their cloaks to dry?" What?
"Oh, of course." I took the near drenched cloaks Delar was carrying in one arm. He then opened the door to the shop just opposite the entry and led his beloved inside. Meanwhile the Master turned to me and whispered.
"Just leave this to me. You better go grab a book until I'm done with these two." He rolled his eyes, then turned and closed the shop's door from the inside.
I was left all alone with two very heavy cloaks, that continued to soak my clothes. Sigh. I simply hung them on the rack.+ −
Sorry for last week. This time's longer, not really as compensation, but it could count as such, right? smirk
Lured down by the smell (I think) the Master entered just as I finished setting the plates. I really hope it was the smell. Otherwise it would have been some kind of clairvoyance, which again would mean he might know about my totally off-key humming and such… I got goosebumbs thinking he might be able to watch me. HAHA! But that's surely not the case! HAHA! Sweat…
He sat down with a "Morning." and already forked for a piece of rockegg. Meals are the only occations he doesn't bring a staff along to. It's even a bit strange to see him empty-handed. Well, empty except for that fork and spoon.
I noticed how he immediately started to watch the rain outside. So there was nothing in particular on his mind?
Last night's thoughts welled up inside me. I really needed to ask him. "The rain's awfully strong today, and the wind!" I pouted, starting a bit of a conversation.
"Yes, wonderful, isn't it?" I actually saw an interesting glimmer in his old eyes as he said that. That was no sarcasm! How can he LIKE THAT!? I wiped a wet strand out of my face. With an unbelieving stare I imagined pricking him with little mind needles. Of course it was not as bad for him. I think his private quarters are the only rooms with actual glass windows or something similar. But I was wet as a dog! Are dogs always wet? Well, whatever! I tried staring at him exceptionally expressively so when he turned he'd know I didn't have friendly relationship with that storm. STAAAAARE.
A while later my face grew tired from all the staring. Damn, do I actually need to train my face muscles to do proper stares? I shook my head and decided to let this one go. My eyebrows hurt. Next time he'll see the stare for sure.
"Did you already take a shower? It's still so early, I thought you'd definitely get up late today." PRICK. I turned into a porcupine. I was about to blow (I nearly had him see it! My wonderful stare…), as he turned back to the window for a second and snapped right back to look at me instantly with a… I'd say… surprised look. Something moved in his mind, I could tell, since he opened and closed his mouth saying nothing and then he did that thing with his beard, stroking it while not really seeing anything that's before him. Deep thought mode.
I blinked and tilted my head questioningly, but he only raised a finger telling me to wait. Well, I knew he understood my problem with the rain, he's amazingly clever.
Silently I continued eating. Well, actually I'd planned to slowly lead the conversation to THAT OTHER topic. But this condition could last for almost a day, but I really REALLY wanted to get my question answered. Or at least put the matter on the table, make him concious of my concerns. Something like that? If I'd said nothing, nothing could ever happen, right?
Gasping I noticed I'd become quite nervous and fidgety. My hands were sweaty and I decided to put my cup down, before I'd spilled the Fumee due to weak fingers. Ah, I'm so useless when I need to speak up! COME ON, ME! IT'S NOW OR NOT UNTIL TOMORROW!
"Master!" I blurted, trying to contain myself before I'd lost all confidence, nearly jumping from my chair. "Why are you an old man?!"
Now it was his turn to blink. I felt my face turning red and hot. My feathers threatened to catch fire. Did he even catch what I'd said or did he only notice that I'd said SOMETHING he SHOULD have understood? I tensed up. He looked surprised and not angry at all. That was a good thing, right?
Suddenly, just as Master Zargeth had opened his mouth and I could see the first letter being shaped, a knocking echoed through the Tower. A knocking sound like that of fist on wood, a few normal knocks on the front door… loud and clear thanks to the spell on the wood, that made it audible for everyone everywhere in the building.+ −