The Haunting of Harrowstone
The raven-haired changeling stared down at the identical letters in her hands, both open. She shook her head in disbelief as she waited for her companion to join her. The unmistakable footfalls of the Usk preceded the half-orc's descent down the stairs of the inn. "Whatsat?" he asked, yellow eyes narrowing as he took a seat in the common room next to her.
Asta ignored his question, firing back one of her own. "How do you know Petros?" she asked incredulously, shoving his copy of the letter across to him.
"Who? Wait, did you read my mail?" the Usk asked, taking up the parchment and quickly scanning its contents. "Aw, no, Lorry's thread was cut," he muttered.
"You call Professor Petros Lorrimor 'Lorry?' Yes, he's died, but how did you know him?" Asta asked, thinking back on her own time with the recently deceased.
It was two or three years previous, and she had literally run into the man while they passed in the street. As she muttered curses, the professor remarked on her nonhuman heritage, and inquired how much she knew about her mother, and others like her. The changeling confirmed she probably knew more than most and was shocked when the man's next offer was one of employment. Over the course of the next months, Lorrimor paid her to be his research assistant and local expert on the monstrous women called hags and their demihuman offspring. Even after he departed, she could count on a monthly letter asking what more she had learned, and how her magical powers were developing.
She snapped out of her reverie, realizing the Usk had been speaking. "Sorry, what?"
"I was asking if you remembered the story about that blue monster that attacked me?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "Well, then if you remember I got sick. Almost died on the way back to civilization. Laid up in a church to heal and I guess Lorry heard about the attack and dropped everything to come bother me. Wouldn't leave me alone until I told him everything about it, bugged the priest watching over me about the sickness, made a real nuisance of himself."
"And that's it? Why would he put you in his will?"
"Dunno. Gonna go anyway. Why'd he invite you?"
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The siblings Macero rode in the back of the wagon in silence, at least to anyone listening in. The pair were engaged in a lively telepathic reminiscence about the late Professor.
<Tell me again about the time he almost drowned!> Mico insisted. Her brother audibly sighed but relented to her demands.
<I was out the night before with our friend from Andoran, and was walking off the hangover before facing Mother and Father. As I walked along the docks, I heard a man yelling for help. I couldn't see him at first, so I walked closer to the water and saw a man splashing around with his backpack on. Must've fallen of the gangplank.>
Mico laughed and Michus frowned.
<That doesn't seem right to laugh at.> he scolded, waiting until she composed herself before continuing. <Anyway, I wasn't going to just let him die, so I prayed to the redeemer- he ignored the sickened face she feigned. "cast a spell and dove in after him. Thought we were both going under at first, but I got him to shore.>
<I still can't believe you brought a soaking wet Professor Lorrimor to our house! I thought Mother was going to disown you for what you two did to the carpet.> They shared a wry laugh. <That was the start of the only good thing our parents ever did for me, paying the Professor to tutor me. You're probably the real reason he agreed.>
<Hey now, you're a genius, and he's lucky to have worked with you.>
<I wish he still could.> she said and meant it, a rare sentiment indeed coming from Mico. The silence that followed was total as the wagon trundled on.
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"I'm sorry for your loss."
"Sorry 'bout your dad."
"I was gutted when I heard the news."
"May he find peace in the next world."
The quartet of mourners took their positions around the professor's coffin.