n his late fifties Ralari was still in his younger adult arcs for an Eidisi, even if he acted beyond his arcs, it would be a decade or two more of them before he reached middle age. The reason this was important right now, is because he always acted like an old Eidisi when you woke him up, immediately snorting, grumbling, rolling over and going back to sleep.
Kaladis cleared his throat.
Ralari faked snoring some more.
Much as the puzzle intrigued him, and he did love puzzles, he had a job at the smithy to attend. “I will be back in the evening. Guard yourself Ralari, reveal little.”
Kaladis’s last words did spike Ralari’s interest, and he nodded his head before returning to sleeping
. Kaladis began to suspect he was faking sleeping to observe what the others were doing, but didn’t voice his suspicions openly.
The day at the smithy was the usual fare as an apprentice, slowly graduating to taking over for the smith on finished projects, it was an uneventful and simple day, while he loved metal and the feel of working on iron, he longed to be back at the dig site and the puzzle therein. Saying goodbye to the smith, he headed keenly at a brisk walk back.
een until he returned, and every single man and women was gone. Except one steel armored figure, dressed and colored in a distinct bronze attire. Even the symbols were gone, there was no trace of anyone, Ralari, Laventia, none of the work.
Back to him, the man swore under his breath. “He said it was a mistake to hire you.”
That was the voice from the alley, not the green eyed man who had threatened him, his partner who liked repeating lines, only this time he had armor on.
“I’ve been absent, what happened?”
Kaladis stopped exactly where he was, feeling the man’s suspicion, because he would have the same suspicions.
“I think you know.”
Whatever his name was, he still hadn’t turned around, picking at small shattered remains on the floor, all that was left of who had been here.
“Where is Ralari?”
Kaladis demanded, his voice now cold and equally suspicious.
And once again steel was drawn ahead of him, only this time, he was carrying his own weapon and his shield. He wasn’t a sitting duck for whatever nonsense he’d walked into today. “No more games.”
The bronze stranger stated. “Answer me or answer this,”
he held his sword up. As he did so, a gust of wind washed through the tunnel once again, the torches going dark. There was a scream, a snap, and then nothing.