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Not everywhere in Kakariko Village was populated by people. In fact, there was at least one stand among the rest that people appeared to be avoiding!

There was a stall that seemed to have been made from a strange, dark wood that had a tarp drapped over the top of it as a roof to provide shade which seemed to create shadows that were far deeper then they had any right to be at the back of the counter. There was nothing on the counter itself, but on the front of the stall were two signs in completely different languages. The first sign, written in passable Hyrulian, simply said 'Custom Enchantments'. The second one however seemed to have been written in a language that was completely foreign to the lands of Hyrule, but that exotic nature also gave it a strange beauty that drew the eye... through the gaze of the average bystander would quickly dart away again at the sight of the... person who owned the stall.

Magus stood silently as he gazed out at the world of light and the various peoples in it, whatever facial features he might have had hidden from view by the black cloak that covered his whole body. While a part of him hated the fact that he had been forced to create a stall out of some timber he had... come across the night before and given a small enchantment to change the color and texture of in order to make a stall, the sad truth of the matter was that he was broke and required some of the local currency if he wished to continue surviving here... and if he desired to get to the bottom of the mystery that was the strange woman that was speaking in his mind, resources wouldn't be a bad thing.

Of course, that was kind of hard to do when people weren't coming to the stall...

Β’ΟƒΠΌΡ” Ρ‚Οƒ Ρ‚Π½Ρ” gΡΞ±Ξ½Ρ”ΡƒΞ±Ρβˆ‚.

Β’ΟƒΠΌΡ” qΟ…ΞΉΒ’ΠΊβ„“Ρƒ.

Ρ‚ΞΉΠΌΡ” ΞΉΡ• ΟƒΖ’ Ρ‚Π½Ρ” Ρ”Ρ•Ρ•Ρ”Ξ·Β’Ρ”....


'Blinking' a little internally as the voice spoke to him once more, Magus mentally asked back 'Why?' through he doubted that he would get an answer. He hadn't so far after all. It seemed that whatever was interested in getting him to do its bidding either didn't have two way communication or didn't care to have a conversation with him. Under normal circumstances he would have chalked the whole thing up as some kind of trap, through somewhat strange when one factored in the meeting place being heavy with a strange but familiar kind of magic, but the method that the voice had used to contact him spiked his curiosity. Trap or no, he was going to have to go in order to find any kind of answers... and possibly get the intruder out of his head.

With movements that sounded rather wooden, Magus removed a third, smaller sign from below the counter before hanging it over the front of the stall that simply said 'On Break' before he started the surprisingly short journey through the crowed street; Be it the fact that he walked in the same manner as a noble in that he moved like he owned the place or the fact that he was terrifying to beyond, people tended to move out of the way for him. It made getting to places rather quick and easy.

Crossing the threshold of the graveyard, Magus silently looked around to see if he could spy what it was he was meant to find while he quietly tested the magic that attempted to wash over him the moment he had arrived. While it wasn't the Twili branch of magic that he was familiar with, it was similar enough that if push came to shove he felt confident that he could channel it to his purposes.

There was something that drew his gaze through; A lantern that appeared to be floating on its own. One of the ghostly creatures that he had encountered a few times on the road at night no doubt, through the fact that it was morning made him curious about its presence here now... but not enough to go investigate just yet. If it attempted to attack him through, he would be ready for it.

@Dervish@Baklava
@Dervish

Just to tell you... I think the GM has set the call to go out in the morning... IG we haven't even made it to Noon yet.
While many guardsmen were busy dealing with hangovers and quietly complaining about the cold, the remains of the Warband from Helhiem seemed to be in surprisingly good condition; Sure their 'at attention' stance looked like it had been explained to them five minutes ago (Which it was) but their leather armor was clean and freshly painted black and white, their weapons were polished and in good condition and they seemed to be in rather high moral compared to those around them that had born witness to the horrors of war. Truth be told they were thrilled to be here.

Sure these 'parades' were a thing, but it was a small price to pay for the opportunities for honor and glory that serving alongside their human counterparts in slaying the Emperor's foes would bring. Before long, the 'parade' ended and everyone was allowed to go and do their own thing.

With nothing to do for the time being, Khaz decided to go and have a look around... and approched a small gathering that consisted of a familar face; The strange human woman from the night before. Taking a moment to look over all those present, he offered a respectful nod as he greeted them with a simply "Hello."

@agentmanatee@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx
The beastmen of Helhiem aren't getting paid for their services... Honestly I don't think they would understand the concept. Considering the fact that they are being given the honor of earning themselves places of honor by his side in the afterlife, they are pretty much almost as happy as Orks are right now.
@Baklava

Done.
@Baklava

Oh he has a second name... he is just never going to use it around these light dwellers.



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