un: man's greatest treasure (text)

[reparo]

[ooc: backdated to Sand In Your Eyes (end of)]

Hello, Hermione here, currently writing this from the exit of Ra'esh's temple.

We've found water for the sandworms in a pool, in a cave. We also found a woman in that cave. Her name was Marath, she was alive, and she was tied to the altar and chained. We've set her free - and if anyone has a word of criticism about that decision, by all means, convince me why any living soul should be chained to an altar and left to rot and to thirst and to die. I'll wait.

Anyway, Marath's people are the ones who occupied Uruksithar. She claimed she was left behind because she warned them not to go into the desert. Once freed, Marath ran (rather athletic for someone of her condition if you ask me) and left myself and Vi locked in the temple.

Don't worry, we're out now. Keep an eye out for Marath, if you can. And don't drink the water from the cave if you make it there, it felt...oozy.

[ooc; If you'd like some context, here you go.]

Comments

[balancedwire]

That, I think, is a story for a different time. There's decent sized story behind it all.

[reparo]

Well - when there's time, then.

[balancedwire]

We will sit down, have a drink, and I'll tell you about it. No worries there, meimei.

[reparo]

[Squints.]

Have an...alcoholic drink?

[balancedwire]

Tea, alcohol, or whatever you want us to sit down to have.

[reparo]

We'll have to see what we'll have when the time comes.

[balancedwire]

I'm sure we'll be able to find something.

[reparo]

Or, if I end up being told to pretend to be a tax collector again, I'm sure I'll be bribed with something we can use.

[balancedwire]

I'm sure it won't be a problem getting or finding what we need.