Sarka, marketplace, Klos 19th, 350AC, 12:17 (underground, 65 degrees, crescent moon)
[audio:https://gwevolution.netfarious.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/spiritseeks.mp3|autostart=yes]As you stand and stare at the red hut, the swarm of insects disperse. A few of them are still on the roof (you can only see the small glowing purple spots), but most of them scatter and fly off in various directions with a clacky buzzing noise.
You have a creeping feeling that you are being watched. Then, with a strange tingling in your heads, you hear voices. The first one is best described as a slithery chill: “Sixxx brrainss in fffour bodiesss. And not a weak will among them. Come clossser and give us your thoughtssssss.”
The next voice feels like a booming pressure: “BUT UNSKILLED AND FEEBLE!! WEAK NON-BADDER SHRAK’L MINDS! OUT OF PLACE AND SHOULDN’T BE IN SARKA AT ALL!!”
The third voice is warm and calm: “Yet the king allows them to be here, and we must obey our king. Do not fear us, or those creatures on the roof. Please come inside.”
Ragnor, see your private post.
