[d&d] The Fall Of A City [8/8]

"When was that, again?"

 

"A little more than a month ago."

 

"Hm. They didn't all happen to go to one place, did they?"

 

"If they did, they'd have to have gone there one at a time. Like I mentioned, some quit and others were captured or killed on the front lines of battle."

 

"Right, I didn't think so."
I frown a bit.

 

"The ones in the store? I.. don't remember actually."

 

“Disappointing.”
“What did the WARMonger tell you last night, on the rooftops?”

“It’s fine. Even if I had a weapon, I wouldn’t use it.”

 

"Not one for violence? I get that."

 

“Not much. Mainly that he wanted the bird. Then he kicked it off the roof.”

 

“Odd.”
She closes the photo album.

 

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’m definitely going to be putting on a blindfold the next time I see him, though.”

 

"Is he ugly?"
She holds in a laugh.

 

"He's horrid. I could barely stand looking at his mask."
I say, sarcastic.

 

"From what you and the others described him as, he's changed from since I last saw him.."

 

"Did he have the weird scary mask last time you saw him?"

 

"Yes, but he didn't have weird glowing armor."

 

"Hm. Well, I don't think that's the last time we'll see him."

 

"I have the same thought."
"Anyways, we all should plan our next moves."

 

"Well, what'll that be? We don't exactly have any leads."

 

"Are we planning on doing anything? Cause we could go slipping if you'd like, Pinky. Or visit my workshop."