Saun 2, 717
It was starting to get hot. The rather rapidly increasing temperature had forced the twilight hybrid to reside more within his home than in the outlying forest, and he became incredibly comforted by the fact that the underground dwelling provided a stable temperature. Outside, the heat could have been absolutely sweltering, enough to give heatstroke to even the wild beasts of the field, but inside, he was still sitting comfortably. The most reasonable course of action seemed to be to wait inside for the heat to die down, but Noth actually had something rather important that he needed to take care of for the trial.
It was still very early in the morning, sunlight having only just begun to break through the dark clouds which hung overhead, casting the faint prediction of rain with their presence. Quickly, the hybrid retrieved the feathery quill which he used to draft all of his letters, and the cheap black ink that he had begun to use in earnest ever since receiving the complaints from Paplo Ynush for his rather unorthodox ink choice.
The letter itself was drafted in mere moments, simply a few lines of instruction, but they were crafted with utmost diligence by the hybrid, special assurance being taken so that they were clearly presentable. Once it had been completed, he simply walked towards the back of his cave, passing by the occasional smoldering torch as he continued along the memorized pathway towards Marrow’s dwelling. He paid special attention not to accidentally tread upon one of the undead abominations that might have been hanging around the lair, even though he had been told before that they would not harm him for it.
With a silent step, the hybrid placed the written letter upon the slowly breathing chest of his companion, and then exited the room, retracing his steps towards the front of the cave. He recalled the note’s writing, committing it to memory lest some step be questioned in the midst of the operation.
Today I will be bringing someone to your museum after it closes. Please ensure that it is empty. Before you leave the cave, take notice of the series of vials that I have placed near the exit upon the rock where I normally eat. The vials upon the sides contain only water, but the center vial contains a calming drug of some manner. I will be bringing you something to examine at the museum. When it is brought to you, claim that it holds hostile magical properties, and that anyone who has had contact with it must consume a protective potion. Ensure that the center vial is given to the girl.”
That piece of the operation had been finished, and now he simply needed to meet dear Nightshade at the requested location. The meeting had been determined at the end of their prior one, and the hybrid had determined a course of action at the time that he was certain would please her. Sadly, the idea required some preliminary planning, which, in essence, this trip to the museum embodied. Nonetheless, the idea of spending more time with her made his heart thud rather uncomfortably, and he set about into the woods, leaving behind his implements of war for perhaps the first time in seasons. Before he departed, however, he retrieved a rather sword-like sheathe from its place within a hidden tunnel in the cave, and wrapped it around his side.
The meadow where he arrived was a rather beautiful place, with the gentle trickling of a nearby creek, and the presence of blooming wildflowers scattered about the place. He was incredibly early, however, and the heat was still rather unbearable, and so he spent a majority of the morning simply sitting underneath a large oaken tree, allowing its shadow to cool him off from the blazing sauna.
The singing of precious birds, the trickling of the creek, and the rustle of the flowers were more than enough to soothe his rather shot nerves, and he quickly began to drift off to sleep, awaiting the arrival of his date.