audio | un: wei laozu

[weifinder]

Hey, hey, a little bird told me—truly little, only about the size of a bear or two—there are all these little bits of letters raining down with the rest of destruction, so help me figure something out:

Friends, fellow not-of-this-worlders, what did the loving letter bits you pick up say?

Comments

[beitangmoran]

I would assume she was in the city still. And he mentions the other side having the power to start fires, so that can't have been pleasant.

Of course we're only relying on their word that this is what happened. there is not knowing if they are trustworthy or not.

[weifinder]

Likewise with the master of our caravan, ah? More than that, how old do you think they all are?

[beitangmoran]

The master of the caravan is in it for the money, and I'd wager he won't get paid if we don't get to our destination, so it's in his best interest to make sure we do.

And answering that question would require knowing more about the history of this place, their style of dressing and their speech than i currently know, I am afraid. The only events referenced are that conflict, and it doesn't say when it happened.

[weifinder]

No, no, don't mistake me, his financial interest is obvious. I meant in the stories, which it sounds as if you haven't asked after?

[beitangmoran]

Well, he seems prone to.... embellishments, shall we say? Every other word out of is mouth is suspect. So no, I did not ask him.

[weifinder]

What about our resident... scholar. Of the cloak.

( why haven't you talked to the cloak ghost huh )

[beitangmoran]

[Well, first, because it's a ghost, and second...]

... Who would that be?

[weifinder]

Master Asgeirr! Xiao Xingchen has been spending more time with him of late, you could ask him on his whereabouts.

[beitangmoran]

I have seen no one with that name around?

... Do you mean the ghost? In the cloak? [He just remembered.]

I thought I had made it clear that I do not quite fancy chatting with ghosts, Master Wei.

[weifinder]

Making use of information on hand comes in many forms, Master Moran, that's all.

[beitangmoran]

Yes, and you seem much more accustomed to ghost conversation than I am, and you now have the same information I do.

[weifinder]

Which I thank you for! Though to share my own, the passing of these events is of time enough ago that I would find it surprising if Hatisse still lives.

[beitangmoran]

Unless she is otherwise afflicted of the same stubbornness to not be dead as our friend Anurr, I would wager so as well.

[weifinder]

Oh, or our friend Arha, since relative scales of personably alive vary, ah? Arha is in more memory of himself truly than I'd make claim for others.

[beitangmoran]

There certainly seems to be a scale of... undeadness here, somehow.

[weifinder]

Several, some intersecting. This army fully manifesting, versus the death that lingered in the alleys and poor districts of Sa-Hareth, versus the deaths in the mine and forest, and what inhabits them after, once the turning takes. These harpies, something yet again different, but all of them having passed beyond the life they were born into. Though I'm not sure I'd say the harpies are born, more creations of several elements bound together as one.

[beitangmoran]

I will defer to your superior experience in puzzling this out, Master Wei.

[weifinder]

Yes, well, take it from one of my 'superior experience'--we're figuring it out as we go, and we're not the one operating with top information here.

[beitangmoran]

And yet Master Lan seems judgemental of my method of acquiring more information, somehow.

[weifinder]

Yes, well. He's got his reasons concerning privacies, I feel.

[beitangmoran]

Well, I've never had much privacy that I can remember. Plus, these people are dead. Even if they don't want to know it.

[weifinder]

Mm, funny how privacy is something very few ever find without shutting themselves away. Which, I suppose the dead were sealed at some point, but that's not privacy, not the kind I speak of.

[beitangmoran]

In any case, our need from information trumps any right to privacy these long dead people have, in my humble opinion. I am sorry Master Lan disagrees.

[weifinder]

Oh, don't be sorry, if we all didn't hold different points of view, we'd be the scariest outside force on world.