Chapter
CCLXXXIII: New Freaks in Town ~Redaz
Scilas and D'Nel sat cross-legged
while Redaz stood over them. D'Nel
was sitting because he had fallen from a point very high in the sky and was now
very sore. Currently, he was rubbing his head and back while he grumbled about
how the physics of space-time were out to get him. Scilas
was sitting because it was a convenient position for brooding over how he'd
lost a flat-bed truck with a cannon on it, in the
middle of a town belonging to a society that seemed to be in the middle of its
Dark Ages, which was most likely what he was doing. Redaz
was standing because he'd actually fallen from similar heights in circumstances
he preferred not to remember, and because he was trying to find something.
After they had arrived, oriented themselves and
each recovered from their own individual head traumas, Redaz
had tried to get an idea of where they were. He had sent his mind out to
envelope the planet, and a bit farther out, to get an idea of where they were
in the universe. In doing so, he had felt a few very interesting presences; the
closest ones, and only ones you'll ever know about, were in the same town the
three had arrived in. Three of them he vaguely recognized as being most likely
members of the Wanderers. There were two other strong essences very close that
he didn't recognize, but may be worth looking into.
At the moment, he was following the three other
wanderers as they approached the crash site, "Someone's coming," he
stated simply.
Scilas and D'Nel looked at him, "Who?"
"Some people you probably know. Three of them."
The two looked at each other as Redaz
gazed across the olden town, toward where the other presences were. The town
had woken up quite abruptly after the silver flash and impact of three human
bodies at high speed. Tears in the fabric of the universe always were a
horrible mode of travel, he thought.
"I'm gonna go see
something, wait for the other three to come, and then find me," Redaz walked off while D'Nel
struggled to take in everything he had been told through his possible
concussion. Scilas stood up and darted in front of
him.
"Hold it. We should stick together,
the current problem is the fact that the wanderers are separated." Redaz nodded sincerely, sidestepped Scilas
and continued on his way. "Like talking to a dog, it hears you, acts like
it understands, then licks itself," Scilas sighed.
"Hey! I heard that!" Redaz
shouted over his shoulder.
* * *
It was only a
few minutes later when Redaz arrived at the
He walked to the desk and said,
"Have you had any strange people come in here lately?" Redaz didn't fell like a long drawn out conversation.
Unlike that last inn owner, this one looked like the kind of person to deliver
one.
"Yes, yes we have," was the pudgy man's only response. Redaz
waited for some elaboration, but none came.
"Could you point them out to me?" Redaz asked.
"Well I do have to respect my customers'
privacy,"
Redaz held up his hand, a
few discreet blue sparks flickered between his fingers, "Who and
where?" was all he said, the innkeeper's expression went blank.
"There's a young noble who saved the town from
a wolf that came into town. A winged creature was found unconscious outside and
an injured stranger was brought in. Oh, and there was a disturbance in the bar
a little bit ago," the innkeeper shook his head, then rubbed it as he
looked at the mage before him with an expression of disappointment, "Sorry
I can't help you sir."
Redaz shrugged as he
headed into the bar to wait for the other Wanderers to come. As he sat at the
bar he wondered if they'd be able to tell what building he was in. He ordered a
drink that was kept in an unlabeled amber bottle, stepped outside, lit the
drink and set it by the entrance. Then he returned to his seat and ignored the
barkeeper's complaints about stealing his glass as he scanned the odd crowd for
any possible trouble-maker, they sounded like fun.