Re: Chapter #6k: Library of Progress (Pisca)
Jubrayl leaned back, releasing Pisca's hand, exhaling slowly, and closing his eyes as he centered himself. When he opened them again, he was the self-possessed man he had always been.
“That the tunnels are open is not good news, yes? They were bricked over for a reason. Terrible things reside within them. Terrible things . . . “ The Sczarni’s voice trailed off as he stared off into space, as if seeing something to which only he was privy.
After a moment, he snapped back to the conversation, giving Pisca a piercing stare. “I will not say much, but as you are planning to explore the tunnels, a decision I believe to be the height of foolishness, I will tell you what you can expect.”
“There are . . . things . . . down there.” Jubrayl’s voice lowered as his eyes again grew big. “‘Freaks’ is as good a word as any. Hairless freaks lurching on back-bent, dog-like legs, their hideous, predator’s mouths flanked by arms as long as their bodies, arms with three monstrous, claw-like fingers on their misshapen hands."
Jubrayl’s body visibly tensed as he described the monsters lying in wait below the Glassworks. "They live in the dark; they need no light to see, nor eyes to track down their prey. And if you are bitten? Well . . . you are overcome with rage, attacking even your friends with a fury as mindless as it is inexplicable.”
“I do not know how many of those ‘freaks’ exist down there. One is too many. And you place yourself in mortal danger should you venture into their underground realm. I will tell you this, Pisca. You are going to collapse the tunnels, yes? Collapse them all. Reseal the tunnel. Do not give them an opportunity to overwhelm you and make their way out into Sandpoint.”
The Sczarni leader shook his head. “I do not like to think about what might happen if those ‘freaks’ were to run free in the town. And I am not a man who shies away from unpleasantness when such things are thrust upon him, do you understand me?" He placed both hands on the table. "If you are truly intent upon venturing into their lair, inform Mayor Deverin or Lieutenant Barett of the risk, and make sure they are prepared.” He glanced at the door. “I would do this myself, but I am not exactly an well-regarded member of Sandpoint's citizenry, yes? They would be more likely to act on information coming from one of their newly-minted ‘Heroes.’”
Vhiski leaned back again, folding his arms. “Remember what I have told you, Pisca. And think long and hard about your next move.” He waved to his enforcer. “Nicol, we are done here. Please show Miss Neep Freemish to the door, if you would. Politely.” As the thug moved towards Pisca and gestured towards the door, Jubrayl looked away. “Think upon what I have said, Pisca.”
“Think upon it well.”
At that, Nicol, a large man somewhere between the size of Kellan and Alergast, politely escorted Pisca to the door of the Feedbag, politely depositing her upon the steps, whereupon he politely stood in front of the door, politely glowering at her and politely indicating in the most polite manner possible that she was no longer welcome in the establishment on this particular evening.