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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[seasoflight]

With that, Felih bids the guard goodbye, and returns back to P'rihnn's side and gives him a light thwap on the arm.

"Be polite to people," he chides, before peeking over to look at the hastily-scrawled missive. His lips quirk in amusement. "I see he's been watching us move about... I wonder if Kholusia is out of range of his influence, if he's truly bound here to the tower."

"...what should we not eat?"

[featherfoot]

“You’re pleasant enough for both of us, gives me a break from trying,” P’rihnn says, not looking up from the letter for a moment and skimming over its contents again. “And I’m guessing so - says here he doesn’t actually want us to go.”

He taps the line in question, where the Exarch claims to know better than to try and stop them when their minds are made up. Good call on his part.

“We’re not to eat ‘meol’. Doesn’t say why. He also says the ‘Chais’ are trustworthy, but that they don’t know him so don’t mention him... and that ‘what we seek’ is in the city’s underbelly. I assume he means the Lightwarden.” He couldn’t know that their target is Minfilia, right?

[seasoflight]

Felih swats at him once more. "P'rihnn! Honestly, I'm stunned you've made it this far being so rude," he whines, before humming, tilting his head at the note.

"...I hope he means the Lightwarden," he murmurs, because if they find Minfilia instead, then Felih will know the Exarch has been outright spying and eavesdropping on them, something that makes Felih bristle uncomfortably. "But we should get going, either way."

[featherfoot]

Felih’s swatting and batting at him in protest only makes him grin for a moment, apparently pleased to be such an annoyance. Even so, he keeps his focus on their mission.

“It has to be the Lightwarden. We haven’t exactly been talking about Minfilia out in the open,” P’rihnn points out, though Felih’s uncertainty makes him frown, because... what if he doesn’t, and he does somehow know of their plans? Is he always watching them? It seems like he does watch the cityfolk...

Well, no use thinking about that now. He shakes his head, then whirls around and places hands on hips decisively. “To Kholusia!”

[seasoflight]

Felih can't help but feel a bit cheered up by P'rhinn's apparently enthusiasm, and he smiles and follows along.

"To Kholusia," he agrees, and soon they're on their way. The moment they arrive on the strangely deserted shores, he already feels uneasy, the entire area having an odd aura about it despite it being a seaside region.

"This place feels strange, doesn't it?" he murmurs, before sticking closer. "I would've expected a seaside region to be bustling more, but I suppose it's really true that most folk fled to Eulmore... ugh, it must be that garish looking thing in the distance."

He makes a face of mild distaste at the struction on the south shore. "But should we look around or just head straight there?"

[featherfoot]

That is a point. Under normal circumstances, coastal areas like this would have more in the way of fishing villages and communities, trade and hustle-and-bustle... here, it looks like there’s not even a smuggling operation going on. It’s a few ramshackle houses with a handful of downtrodden, dirty-looking folk. Perhaps once it was busier, as he can see an aetheryte in between the houses, but right now...

“Geographically, this ought to be more like La Noscea... but it looks dead.” He hops atop a rock to scan the area, but it’s all more of the same dirt and dry grass, with only what Felih assumes is Eulmore in the distance. “We can ask around the village and get an idea of what’s happening, but I’d say we should head for Eulmore directly.” Mostly because he doesn’t really have the patience to gather information here when he could gather it over there.

[seasoflight]

"It looks very dead," Felih agrees, tail twitching nervously as they make their way out and towards the little town. "But let's see what we can learn, and get going. Something tells me I won't want to linger here too long, if I can help it..."

A soft sigh. "Hopefully the folk won't be too wary of us. I've heard Eulmore and the Crystarium aren't quite on the best terms..." He trots along, expecting P'rhinn to follow, and curiously makes his way into the tiny town. There's not many folk around at all... it looks as if the town may have been larger and busier once, but it's clear that most of it is empty or in ruins now.

"A pub. Seems as good a place to ask around if any," he muses, noticing a worn sign, and makes his way towards it.

[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."