Mana P1y1s10

Mana: And so it was written: Pokiehlember 1st, Year 1, Salamander's Day. The morning light can be see at the far end of the drainage pipe spilling out into Undine, casting dim light on those who live around it.
Mana: And here, two people are about to meet.
Toth dashes through the pipe, taking cover behind refuse here and there as he makes his way deeper in. He grips his staff in his right hand, leading with his left. He glances about, looking for the mammothian spectre he spotted not too long ago.
(Though, he'd rather -not- encounter it again.)
Rigo is definitely not a mammothian spectre. I mean he's kinda tall, sure but… Based on how he's clambering over things instead of floating through them, the spectre part is also right out. He looks at the man in the nice suit and the large stick. "If you're expecting trouble, I can always come back later."
Toth notices the casually robed man and his tinted glasses. Toth stands up straight, straightening his jacket with a quick tug.
Toth: "I'm not sure what to expect, to be honest, other than deeper in will lead me to Shade."
Toth: "This might sound strange, but have you seen a large, transparent, -smiling- creature about?"
Toth: "Because if there's trouble, it might be involved."
Rigo: "Pointy front legs, treetrunk back legs, gluteus maximus on proud display?"
Toth doesn't flinch. "To the letter."
Rigo: "Yeah I passed it on the way up." A puff of air. "Are we talking imminent rue-age kind of trouble or do I have time to go get some wine?"
Toth: "The latter, if it passed you by, I suppose."
Rigo: "Thank the spirits. Of the metaphysical and alcoholic varieties, I suppose."
Toth smiles. "Indeed. Mr. Toth, at your service."
Rigo nods. "Rigo Seres. Lucky for you I'm not much in need of service. But I do enjoy company. Especially after a climb through Shade, apparently. Lets get us a drink, Toth."
Toth: "It'd be my pleasure- are you leaving Shade, Mr. Rigo?" He walks aside the man.
Mana: The water running underfoot is warm with the outflow from Salamander.
Rigo: "Yeah, for the moment. Gonna have to head back in at some point to get home, but I need to talk to a bartender about some business." A look at his empty wine gourd. "A couple kinds of business, in fact."
Toth: "Were we in Wisp, I could better accomodate you. Unfortunately, I'll be heading deeper in."
Rigo: "Well. I've already saved one strangers life today, might as well make it a pair. Where are we going?"
Toth: "My thanks for your kindness. We'll be heading into Shade, or Salamander, or both. I'm searching for a way to cure the sickness going around- 'the' sickness, the one only spoken of in pronoun."
Toth: "Though… I already have the answer to the cure, so now it's legwork and handiness."
Rigo raises an eyebrow. "What's the cure?"
Toth: "Even if it's just hearsay."
Toth: "A little leaf told me that closed doors are what's causing it - a lack of mana."
Rigo: "Ah, sproutlings." A puff of air. "And what door are you planning on opening in Shade?"
Toth: "That's a bit ahead of me. First is narrowing down where I could possibly do anything- so it's either Shade or Salamander, based on the idea that the sickness is both an area-wide crisis and the theory that it can spread from person to person, or from person to air, or… any number of things, really."
Toth: "As well as investigating any other possible answers, even if they're only stopgaps."
Toth: "Is there any other source of mana available? Can it be let in through other ways? Is it not actually tied to mana, or is there another spreading vector?"
Toth: "Honestly, it'll be a long day."
Rigo: "Aha. In that case, let me propose a small alteration to the schedule. Becuase this is *definitely* going to call for some fortification. Let's go to the Monkey Do for a minute since Undine is so conveniently close, and then Salamander. Since that's where the gate is, it's the obvious starting point."
Toth lightly laughs. "Good! I accept! Let's make way, my friend." He turns about, walking in step with him.
Mana: (When you go into Salamander, the session will close to merge you with Theo/Wilhelmine's/Aurora's. Just so you know!)
[OOC] Rigo: Sounds like a decent set-up! But for now, Undine!
Mana: The morning light of Undine. The ships tall in the harbor, the light dappling on the barnacle-studded shoulders and arms of long-forgotten colossi.
Rigo: "Now… Let's see if I can avoid getting too terribly lost. It's been a while since I came upside." He sets off to find the Monkey Do.
Toth: "It'd be a shame to overexert so early. We'll be able to find it sooner or later, though- no harm in asking a few shiphands for directions."
Mana: It's on the far end of the wooden pathways that tangle outwards, in and around the statues and out near the moored ships. A rickety, low wooden building.
Mana: The bartender is an ironclad - his shoulders thick and spiked, his face casting dim red light in the holes from where his eyes should be.
Rigo: "And there we are. The kindness of strangers strikes again." He heads iside and takes a seat at the bar.
Toth sits alongside, resting his staff against the bar.
Mana: In the far corner, sleeps Lury the Beetle, underneath her hat. The bartender nods to the pair of them. "Early time of day for a meeting. What's on the docket?"
Toth: "Surprise me with something alcoholic with lemon."
Mana: "Let's see what I can do." The bartender mixes something alcoholic with lemon. It's pretty weak, though.
Rigo sets his gourd on the bar. "Wine in that, good sir. And apparently you are the man to talk to about papers."
Toth isn't looking to get completely sloshed at this hour, just downing a bit of tart to brace for the rest of the bitter day.
Mana: And this chapter closes here, for now.

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