18th of Cylus 721, Twilight.
They arrived at an unlabeled pier in Egilrun, one, two, three of them. Gloom assured them that he'd join them shortly after he finished packing lunches. Woe, his adopted son Iago, and the Diri of Sorrow, Breen. Iago looked up at Woe, and asked, Pai, onde foi o Fargis? Vamos mesmo vê-lo aqui?”Father, where did Fargis get to? Are we really going to see him here?” Woe turned to face Iago with a flat expression, yet trying to sound reassuring to calm the boy. There was little else he could do but use his silver tongue, while wearing the steel band of Paradigm, as was his custom when arriving in a new place he wasn’t familiar with. It chaffed his finger terribly, and he wished that Egilrun was welcoming to his kind, so he could reveal himself. Yet he would not be so brazen as to put all of his excessive mutations on full display before the populace.
He patted Iago on the shoulder, and shook his head, Iago, Fargis avançou com botânica, para estabelecer a nossa residência aqui para nós.”Iago, Fargis went ahead with Botany, to establish our residence here for us.”
Iago’s mouth twisted in distaste. He didn’t care much for Fleaface. But then, few really did care for the old Webspinner agent. Woe found his services overweighed his lacking social graces, however, so he was still very employable in his opinion.
Não te preocupes, rapaz. Ele não vai viver connosco. Não me parece.” Don’t worry, boy. He won’t be living with us. I don’t think.” Woe wasn’t entirely certain. Fleaface always did make himself at home, when under contract or mission for Woe. So he couldn’t be certain of his own promise he made to his son.
Nevertheless, they walked into the center of the town from the Pier, which led onto a main central road. There were many barrack-like dwellings, where people seemed to live in apartments and flats of one sort or another. Fargis had told him he’d found a multi-roomed house, that was disconnected from any larger complex, as he preferred.
Even so, he was hard-pressed as he made his way toward the Residential district, to imagine that the densely packed buildings would allow much privacy when it came to any home set in this town.
It was then, he heard some woman nearby, calling to others like him who wandered the streets in this twilight gloom of Cylus. Speaking of Gloom, the strange tunawa appeared next to Woe, surprising him with his light-footed gait as he walked up to him and Iago, wrapped from shoulder to shins in Woe’s cavani cloak to ward off the cold. Breen meanwhile, turned his head, tilting it at the strange black tent that stood underneath a tree.
Woe walked a few paces but stopped when Breen refused to budge from his spot. ”Breen?”
Heedless of Woe’s commands, which was quite an oddity, the dog approached the tent. ”No, Breen! Someone…”
But he slipped inside the opening, and Woe had no choice but to follow to apologize to its occupant. Iago and Gloom followed close behind, shrugging at each other before walking into the tent themselves.
