Ymiden 1 719
Picture the Augustin residence from afar with a brilliant sun lazy in it's descent to the horizon, the very air already dryer than the season prior now that the season had finally began. After the apex of the day had passed and the heat managed to wane only slightly, it had quickly become the time to make an unscheduled appointment with a particular individual.
After a change in cooler attire for the skin to breathe better, a quick stroll had been made along the lakeside to shorten the time in approaching the homestead. One would think that the person in question had been the busy lady who resided there, when in fact it turned out to be her ever so mysterious husband only some had met.
Among those some was the Rharnian himself of course, his interest in Padraig only vague curiosity up until recently. He'd learned little by little of the man, mostly through the brief meetings which had occurred in the time Patrick visited. Knowing what little he did know the Rharnian wanted to investigate, only business kept him on his toes as time remained against him like always.
This didn't mean it was too late of course, to not only meet but discuss things with the man. Such as how exactly he came to not only create the tools at everyone's disposal, but where exactly could they locate the resources along the way as well. And so as the Rharnian approached the front door of the homestead, he did so nearly with a leisurely stroll now that the abode was in sight.
Immortals only knew how many times he'd be coming here, especially to make any new reports on his progress in Rharne. But thankfully to-trial wouldn't be anything of the sort, as the visit was more or less a means of minor education from a possibly brilliant source. If anything Patrick wanted to learn more of Padraig's own background, but of course there were a couple ideas he were sitting on as well.
He just hoped that what he had to inquire about made sense, and if it were even possible to make it then all the more reason to try. As he reached the front yard of the Augustin residence Patrick lifted his container, a bottle of whiskey which he'd been sipping throughout the Trial. Considering he was barely even inebriated upon arrival, he didn't think it anything rude of it to bring it along.
Thus he wiped the space above his brow with the back of his forearm, relieved to finally walk upon the doorstep of the place with a bit of shade; it'd be good to garner a bit of respite during his visit here after all. The Stormlands were never kind in the hotter parts of the Arc, as the weather tended to prove relentless once the heat swelled overhead. After he briefly checked to make sure his attire appeared fairly descent, the Rharnian raised his free hand up to knock upon the door.
Boy he couldn't wait to finally sit down with Padraig, as a one on one discussion had been a long time coming in his opinion.
"Patrick", "Follower", "Ri", "Lush", "NPC"