Alliria - The Singing Seamstress
Filth.
Utterly. Disgusting. Horrid. Filth.
The people of the overbright reminded him of garbage dumps back outside the Endless City. The sort of places goblins would scurry about and dig through in order to find one thing that might be a little more shiny and to their liking. It was deplorable the way these people lived. Utterly horrid and ill-consuming of the stomach.
Nyros wanted to vomit.
Every time one of them spoke it took all the energy he had not to spit in their face. Not to cut their throats and simply be done.
He couldn't fathom why the Arekthel had lead him here. The wayfinder, as it was known in the common tongue was supposed to bring him to what he needed most. Created to allow his wayward people to find their direction, it was a common tool among his people, or at least it had been at one point. So Nyros had learned in his studies.
Yet here he sat, in a filthy disgusting tavern. Wondering why the thread of his people had brought him to this place.
Perhaps it was to kill everyone here? Maybe that would give him the piece of knowledge he needed. The way for him to unlock the Leth within his chest and finally return home. Maybe it's worth a try.
He thought to himself bitterly.
Filth.
Utterly. Disgusting. Horrid. Filth.
The people of the overbright reminded him of garbage dumps back outside the Endless City. The sort of places goblins would scurry about and dig through in order to find one thing that might be a little more shiny and to their liking. It was deplorable the way these people lived. Utterly horrid and ill-consuming of the stomach.
Nyros wanted to vomit.
Every time one of them spoke it took all the energy he had not to spit in their face. Not to cut their throats and simply be done.
He couldn't fathom why the Arekthel had lead him here. The wayfinder, as it was known in the common tongue was supposed to bring him to what he needed most. Created to allow his wayward people to find their direction, it was a common tool among his people, or at least it had been at one point. So Nyros had learned in his studies.
Yet here he sat, in a filthy disgusting tavern. Wondering why the thread of his people had brought him to this place.
Perhaps it was to kill everyone here? Maybe that would give him the piece of knowledge he needed. The way for him to unlock the Leth within his chest and finally return home. Maybe it's worth a try.
He thought to himself bitterly.
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