07-21-2019, 04:28 AM
(07-20-2019, 02:27 PM)achroma Wrote:(07-20-2019, 05:21 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: "Right..." She sighed. She seemed hesitant to let him stay there. As she rubbed at her eyes slightly. "This is the only room I have, I don't even have so much as a closet. Just the store and this, the couch is a pull out and it's my bed, technically." At a few moments while she was speaking she almost dropped to a mumbling whisper as she spoke. "The most I have is the mat from the wall." She had already swept the room, it wasn't all that big, and she wasn't being extremely thorough anyways.
Sa'Nadil approached the wall with the clear grate and casually flipped it open. The electrical arcs inside start to run chaotically and spit a bit of fire as she does so, though the plate being open reveals the runic text that forms the arcs. It would appear this was one of the wards for the building. She seemed to do something with her hands amidst it, as they visually sharpen more and more as she works at it until it's so bright and fine tuned that it hurts to look at. And then she closes the front plate once more, leaving a momentarily glowing red rune on it's surface where she'd just traced it with one finger. Then she turns and walks away towards the store section without any reaction.
“I can just find an inn back in town, as it would appear that this is no mere minor inconvenience. Besides, there’s nowhere for me to sleep here, and I don’t want to be intrusive. I hope the cart operator is still here and or alive...”
Feizel would make his way over to the door, making sure he didn’t leave anything behind, making sure he took the stone figurine with him
"Good luck. Sorry that I don't have any way to keep you over, It isn't safe." The last bit from Sa'Nadil was barely audible as she wished him well. The door swinging softly closed behind Feizel.
The driver stood next to his cart, speaking with a guard, though rather casually now, leads to the possible conclusion that the guard's been there for a bit already. Nearby a vehicle is parked on the road. A greyscale vehicle that looks capable of travel both by air and ground, as it remains slightly suspended above the ground by the glowing tread of hard-light projectors at it's base. There's at least three other guards near the treeline, constantly on their radios. None of them seem to have noticed your exit from the building yet. Though the guard the driver's been talking to raises her eyes to your presence momentarily before nodding again to the driver rather relaxedly.