Re: Prelude - The Way In
The older man nodded quietly as the woman introduced herself.
A part of his mind reflected with interest upon how the Sovereign One had directed them to this very person.
Another part of his mind reflected upon how best to respond to the introduction. He was a natural spokesperson for himself and for Derrick, and Artor was a man of fewer words. Should he take it upon himself to introduce them all?
Yet another part of his mind pondered when was best to share such news as he had with her...
He nodded again at her query.
"Well met, Hoa Sen. I am Agatho of Hayrest, an unworthy servant of the Sovereign One. This is Derrick, of my own flock family. And this is Artor of the Underpipes, now sometimes called Graythane. 'Peace to you.' "
"Before we proceed further, I bring tidings to you specifically, Hoe Sen."
"On our travels, Derrick and I came upon the remains of a group that had been attacked. There were no survivors, and little remains."
He glanced at Derrick, and took a series of items from him, one by one, to pass to her.
"We did find one document that was a map to Canthus, a letter in smudged script addressed to 'Hoa Sen', and the following items: a walking staff, a red sash, a bit of numenera, and a medallion."
"I do not know if the messengers were known to you. I am sorry to be the bearer of such tidings. However, at least the message that they sought to bring you has now been delivered successfully."
The head of the walking staff was chopped off, but the shaft was a many-stranded braid of synth and metal, sturdy and still usable.
The violently red sash had largely survived intact and was oddly unstained by the blood spattered on it.
The bit of numenera was perhaps six centimeters long and a distinctive combination of rubbery pad and curved brass, trailing a bit of wire.
The medallion was of the Order of Truth, ceramic but scuffed almost to unrecognizability.