0: Leaving Already?
Entering Vertigo was a massive shock to the warforged, as he had never seen so many people at the same place. He stood there, rooted in place, as the inhabitants went about their business, quite a few stopping to gape at the mechanical construct and its iron animals. The owl, who despite its appearance was a fey spirit under the springs and coils, flew happily, hooting around, gathering a small crowd of kids of diverse races to him, as it’s master looked on. The owl relished the attention so Sand let him play, as he was himself scanning and analyzing his surroundings. Suddenly the steel defender moved out, standing in front of the construct, it’s mandibles ready to bite, as a small girl has boldly approached him. The kid let out a little cry of fright, but Sand put his hand on his creation’s head and pushed him back, fully aware of the onlookers gaze. Dropping to one knee, still towering over the 4 years old, he softly talked.
- Sand not hurt little one. What is little one name?
But the girl was petrified with both awe and fright, clutching her ragtag doll to her chest and the intelligent Sand knew he would need to do something quickly to change this, or his stay would be short in Vertigo. Looking at the ground, he pointed at it chanting softly and the loose soil rose up, coalescing in a few second to create an earthen statue of a dog, under the amazed eyes of the onlookers. Sand looked back at the wide eyed girl and nodded, his way of smiling. Fascination took over fright in the young mind and she approached the statue, gingerly touching it, before clapping, excited.
- More! Can you do more?
- Sand can do more. Young one wants…
He hesitated, looking for the word for doll, or toy, and could not find anything. He resorted to pointing to the doll.
- Young one wants that to talk?
- You can do that?
- Sand can do, for a little time.
- What do I need to do?
- Give to Sand.
Unsure, the girl looked at an adult female observing the encounter, probably her mother, who nodded. The girl dropped her doll in the big hands of the warforged, who touched the toy with a small piece of metal, saying a few words before giving it back to the little girl.
As soon as she touched the belly, the doll started to say “I love you!”, and an amazed girl abandoned her fascination with the artificier, running back to her friends to show off her new magical toy. Sand nodded, pleased with himself, and rose, his towering 6’2” frame covered only with a red cloak standing a head over almost everybody.
- How long will that magic last? Asked the mother of the girl
- Sand can remove at any time. Do you want Sand to stop it?
- No, let her have her fun. Gods knows there's not enough joy in this place.
- Sand can ask question?
- Sure, what do you want?
- Sand looking for small hairy friends friend.
- Do you have a name for this friend?
- Alicia
- Oh, that one? You might catch her at the inn tonight. Said the woman before returning to her child.
The gathering now dispersing, he decided to follow the crowd towards the inn.
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