PSL - Felih and Rihnn go to the First...

[featherfoot]

And it's not right.



P'rihnn is honestly not sure what happened. One moment he had been fighting Zenos - or rather, Elidibus in Zenos' skin - and the next he was here. He vaguely remembers being hit by a powerful headache and seeing Elidibus approach him as if for a decisive blow, but the voice that had called him didn't seem quite the same as before. Was this how it had been for the others? For the Scions? Did his body lie on the ground in the Ghimlyt Dark, soul torn away? And for this?

He looks around his surroundings, frown growing deeper and deeper as he realises he hasn't the slightest clue where he is. There is no place he knows with such dense, purple foliage... and the light shining down on him is strangely oppressive, though he can't say why.

Fortunately he can see a nearby structure, and what looks like it might be a path. He can vaguely make out something beyond the trees, too, so... that way, then. After checking to make sure he still has his chakrams, just in case, P'rihnn makes his way to the wooden structure, looking around him to see if he can spy someone he can question.

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[featherfoot]

“Maybe grab a drink, while we’re at it...” P’rihnn says, hopping back down from his rock and charging ahead, throwing the door open and greeting the elezen - elven? - woman at the bar with a simple “morning! Or whatever time of day it is, I can’t tell.”

There’s no sun. How’s he supposed to tell if it’s day or night?”

One very brief conversation reveals that new customers are practically unheard of and their strange and foreign coins are apparently worthless. He’s not that desperate for a drink, so he turns to Felih with a small shrug - if he wants more info, he’s the people person of the pair.

“I’d be up for pest control if need be,” he says, as it seems that would be suitable payment, “but let’s figure out what we’re going to do first.”

[seasoflight]

Felih just huffs and follows P'rihnn into the bar, mildly amused by the way the other man prefers to just barge into the place without any grace whatsoever. As annoyed as he is about their gil being worthless, he sighs and stretches idly before chatting up the barkeep. He purrs and flirts happily- the woman is pretty- but she's clearly used to waving off flirtatious patrons anyway, not easily swayed.

It doesn't discourage Felih, though, who just settles down at a table with his companion before humming thoughtfully.

"So it seems that most folk from here have fled for the base of Eulmore, hoping they'll get into that 'sanctuary.' Though I doubt it's so simple, considering what we've found out... Is there much need for us to wander about Kholusia? If not, it might be more prudent to simply make haste for Gatetown."