SpiritOfWrath

The cards appeared in Aeon’s hand. She looked down, surprised. “Hey! Did you do that?” She shoves them back, but they freeze midair.

“If there’s a pitface, haven’t met him.”

“Cool! Who’s Samuel.”

“Cool! Why are we escape rooming?”

He frowned. “Describe them?”

“To keep the order, ma’am. Now, I have heard reports of a shooting. Do you have any information on this?”

He nodded. “Yes, I thought so. I can pay.”

“Oh! I’m great at that!” She frowned. “I think.” @The Wyver

“Luck with what?”

“That’s cool.” “Huh. When did I get a room?” “Oh! Sounds like a cool quest.” She thinks. “What are you jinxing?”

“Oh! You should get that checked out. I think you’re missing something.” She took it. “Thanks! What… uh… what’s this for?”

“It’s my job, ma’am.”

“Yep! I did it! Yep! You’re excused. Er… for what?”

“Yep! That sounds like that thing which… which I remember… I remember it and it sounds like it would be good. To do. Yep.”

He nodded. “Yes, well, neither do I. I’ve got some questions.”

“Erm… why am I here?” She looked at the desk, frowning. “Is this registration? Am I registering for something?” She nodded slowly. “Yes… I am, I think! Um… what am I registering for?”

A Noble soldier approached, and in one swift motion decapitated the man. “I am sorry, bard. I hope that the man wasn’t bothering you.” Red blanketed the ground.

Aeon steeped inside, checking a watch, and then a pocket watch. “Er… excuse me… what time might it be?” She looked up at the registration desk. “And where am I?”

“Please! Food! Something, please! I… I can’t afford this… I’ll freeze!”

Oh sorry bout that yeah, I see that… Glean sits at his table, staring at the man. “You drink?”

She was joined by a short man. He held a weapon, uncertainly aiming at her. “You’ve earned your keep. Please, I need coal. The Masks cut me off from their supplies.” “The body. The body… in the back… the body!” “The Masks… they’re… they are them who provide coal. I thought this was known, but… no… my thoughts aren’t… working… now.” He relaxed slightly. “Thank you - I will be fleeing and recuperating for now, so… The next train for Noble will be leaving in…” He checked his watch. “Ten minutes. We’ll need to get on it - I may be able to scrounge the money for us.” “You probably need to leave. Like… soon. There is a train, if you have the funds. Noble runs it, though.” “That won’t work. We are in a civilian area… if they come for us here, we’ll be dead before we know they have. But… they would prefer to let us know of there presence.” He grimaced. “At least, that’s how Crimson would organize it. Not sure if she would be taking the Mask of Death, now that it’s vacant.”

Does he spot anyone in the inn who might tell him anything about the dragons?