Chapter 6
"Oh, uh, the day prior..." Ciryl scratches the back of his head, "Well, see I came to town three days before, y'see. And the town were having trouble with girls gone missing, and I had some men who were traveling with me on the road, mercenary types, and while I was here they was trying to help the Master of Arms with the problem, right? So the day before the dream, I'd sold out of most of my supplies, and the guildmistress said that was as long as I could work here anyway. Um, I sold some fireworks, just little ones, to a boy who'd been pestering me ever since I came to town. And when I was closing up shop, the men asked me to come help them with a trap to find the person responsible for all the kidnappings. So we go, and one of them gets himself captured on purpose, and we follow along outside of town and wait until the man in charge comes to question him, I suppose. And when he gets there we spring the trap and there was the Master of Arms's archer to help and so we have this fellow in charge on the ground with an arrow in his leg. And I say we, but honestly I didn't do much, I'm no fighter. I just kept watch, and there was some boys who might've been involved, just like urchins and the sort I think, but we have the fellow in charge and he tells us the girls were for Jack, and we'll have to deal with Jack now and as he says this everything gets dark. But it was night time, so it got even more dark and the fires we could see sputtered and there was this sort of shape that was hard to see, but it grew a face. Kinda like the gourds you see in front of houses, just holes in the dark with embers or fire behind. And it starts talking, but like I said, the archer was confused and kept asking who was I talking to. The thing, Jack, he spoke in questions, like riddles. He talked about wanting friends and playing games. I might've got a bit outraged at one point, my gut got the better of my head and in an instant there was a ring of fire. He offered to make a deal and frankly that sounded much better than burning to death," realizing who his audience is, Ciryl holds up a finger and waggles it to the inquisitor, "But I'm a businessman, it's been several years now I make deals to keep my life. I didn't swear my soul to a demon on the spot or something stupid, don't misunderstand m'lord. I asked what he offered, what he wanted. I know how to haggle. I hoped I might strike a deal that got him out of town, or to return the girls, but he offered gold. He tried to make everything sound so simple, if I just agreed with him, but I wanted to know what he wanted in exchange for his deal and he wouldn't say. Before I could do any more one of the mercenaries, he said he'd take gold in exchange for not burning, and then Jack was gone."
Ciryl shrugs and sighs, leaning back into his chair as he'd crept closer and closer to the inquisitor over the course of the story, "We put out the fires and took the injured man we thought was in charge back to the Master. One of his men was killed, but had a dying request, so I wasn't there but I'm told the man was killed in the streets on his way, I'd blame Jack for that. After that night we left, I didn't know what more I could do and I was low on supplies. One of my men said the inquisition would be along, he seemed the superstitious type. We traveled down the road a ways and made camp, nothing much happened. But that night I had a dream. It was strange, but it was just words, or a voice. It told me what you heard me say back in town about Jack, it told me where to find you and that I had to go back and help. After I woke up I packed my cart and turned back the way I'd come. I went past town to where we'd seen Jack before, I wanted to check y'know, make sure I could remember, or that there weren't something important there maybe you could need, but it was all just the same, so I came to meet you." Ciryl shrugs and looks at the inquisitor dumbly with the conclusion.
There's a moment of silence where his eyes dart around before he ultimately decides that, being in private as they are his original plan might not be as impossible as he thought, "I might not have thought anything about it, but it's not the first time I've had such a dream. Once before, when I lost my leg," Ciryl scoots his chair back so that he can reach down and rap on his wooden shin for the inquisitor's benefit, "I had a dream with the same voice. I'd gone to church, I begged for God or angels or demons all what might help me, it was a bad time in my life. The voice, it told me those who seek aid should give it, 'spart of why I started traveling and selling medicine, y'know trying to help more people. It just felt like I could believe it, I suppose. Like it were truth, not just a dream. Doing work like that I got my wooden leg and made good money here and there, but some years later I had a second dream, it said I'd done good work and good works would be done to me in return. I woke up and, well it was very different after that. The real reason I came back, is because the dream said you could see. I've never met anyone who could see it before, I've got some suspicions but I'm still not entirely sure." Ciryl looks the inquisitor straight in his eyeslit, bearing the weight of his gaze as he furrows his brow, "Sir, do you know what color I am?"
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