[center][h1][b][color=00aeef]Chres Sansus[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Interaction with [@Typical] [@HokumPocus]

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Chres covered his mouth deep in thought, nodding as they spoke. Acknowledging their comments. [color=00aeef]“I don’t like this.”[/color] Chres said. [color=00aeef]“The woman I feel we should steer clear of, but the Kharu-Natjer is a mystery to me... The clothing he wore, his accent, his skin tone even... His slaves, their ethnicity was obviously the same. How come there haven't been widespread rumors of these people walking about?“[/color]

More questions swam through Chres’s mind. Who was this man really? Where did he come from? Did he travel far to get here? And for what? To end the cult? Why? Revenge? Power? Wealth? What relation did he even have with the cult?

[color=00aeef]“The question he asked us…”[/color] Chres said [color=00aeef]“It was not a question. Rather he was confirming our association with the Being. Which implies there likely is other means to obtain the knowledge we had on the cult. But who or what would that be?”[/color] Chres grit his teeth. [color=00aeef]“Whatever the case, he seemed quite pleased to have learned that information.”[/color]   

He furrowed his brow lost in thought. His eyelids felt heavy. How long had he been up now?

Chres shook his head. The cult had also sought them out, because of their connection to the Being. Pact Makers, the cult had called them. Makers of the Unspoken Pact. What importance did their connection to the Being hold?  

Stifling a yawn, Chres’s thoughts began to stray...

Chres stared down into the dying gaze of the woman before him. Her face becoming less recognizable with each strike to the face. Her struggle against his hold had become non-existent. Chres rose his fist in preparation for another strike-

A finger prodded Chres’s forehead.

[color=a2d39c]“Chres?”[/color] A familiar voice… The voice of his wi-

Another poke on the forehead. Chres opened his eyes. Sil’s form fluttered just level with his eyes. Her head cocked to the side curiously.  Left forefinger touching the bottom of her lip. Chres blinked twice. Had he just dozed off?

Sil smiled. [color=a2d39c]“There he is.”[/color] She said warmly. She giggled softly to herself, before fluttering away.

Chres felt a shiver go down his spine. His hand lowering to his ring. His wife use to do that him. 

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to his companions, acting as if nothing happened. [color=00aeef]“We should connect with the others.”[/color] He said. [color=00aeef]“Share what we’ve learned and-“[/color] Chres looked to Ferris. [color=00aeef]“-introduce our new companion.”[/color]

Before they could respond, a deep clang rang out in the distance. Chres turned his gaze to the center of the city, a top the hill from which the clock tower sat. Even from this distance, Chres could make out the roof of the tower crumbling apart.

“The clock tower…” The Innkeeper said. “Weren’t the others at the clock tower?”

Chres grit his teeth and nodded. [color=00aeef]“Go back to the shelter.”[/color] Chres said to the innkeeper. [color=00aeef]“We’ll meet you back there.”[/color]