The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Roland]

Coughing, Roland leans over to Carver. "Finish that one and maybe break for lunch? I can go grab something from a street vendor," he offers in a low voice.

[Carver Amell]

"We have to get it done," he says, but he sounds reluctant.

[Roland]

"When you're traveling, it can be tempting to keep pushing on when you're not tired. But taking breaks regularly is better in the long run," Roland says, patting his arm.

[Carver Amell]

"I guess," he sighs. 

[Roland]

Roland glances up as the girls wander out the door, heads together and giggling. "Definitely lost her for the rest of the day," Roland snorts as he stands up. "Meat pie? Sausages? Had my fill of fancy food for now."

[Carver Amell]

"A meat pie sounds great," says Carver, relaxing a little as it hits home that he really gets to stop for now.

[Roland]

"Back in a bit then," Roland says cheerfully as he heads for the door. "Got an errand to run while I'm out, but shouldn't be more than an hour." Need to see the sky for a spell, walk a while. 

[Carver Amell]

Carver's shoulders slump again, and he eyes the odious list like it's a snake. "Yeah. Okay."

[NPCs]

It's almost fifteen minutes later, with the list still on the same name, when a slight chill runs down Carver's back. Looking up, he sees a figure hovering a foot off the ground near the window. A pale blue-grey image, frayed and worn at the edges, of a man dressed in livery, partly see through. Eyes empty black pits and cheeks sunken in with poor health, the being bows. "Greetings Lord Merchant zi'Amell. My Master offers its greetings and welcome," the thing rasps with a voice like a last whispered farewell.

[Carver Amell]

"Gah!"

Jumping out of his chair in a frightened squeal is not the most traditional greeting for a messenger, but it's likely one the phantasm is used to by now. 

"H-hi?!"

[NPCs]

The spectre stares a moment, then inclines his head again. "Greetings Lord Merchant zi'Amell. My Master offers its greetings and welcome," he repeats politely, patiently. Then adds, almost reluctantly, "I am forbidden to harm the living save to protect my Master, your ally."

[Carver Amell]

"G-great. And your master is...?" Carver swallows, trying to seem more mature, less like a frightened girl. Child. Boy.

[NPCs]

"I serve the Master, known to this city as Light Sage zi'Aghayan," the spectre says, the barest hint of emotion coloring the name, though it's too faint to identify. 

[Carver Amell]

"Ah. Right. Okay. I offer, um, greetings and welcome in return." Carver rubs the back of his neck. The Lich? I guess that makes sense.

[NPCs]

"It further bides me to ask if you would be available for my Master to call today. It wishes to speak with you on matters relating to its alliance with your family."