allscalesfinal | CONTACT POST: WALDEMAR

[There is a bloody and exhausted man in teal practically tripping into your cave, setting himself behind a rock, and laying his head against his knees, breathing heavily.]

W...Waldemar, are you here...?

[silence, then the clink and jingle of coins from somewhere above as the dragon slips down from the top of a particularly large mound of treasure to the mountain floor]

Yes, this one is here. Are you injured?

[Shakes his head weakly]

I'm sorry if this is sudden.

I...

[A shaky inhale.]

...I just need a place to rest.

[watches him, red eyes blinking as a thought is processed]

'Tis a trifling request. There is, of course, a place for you here.

[moving off to the right, then pauses to wait]

Please follow this one, when you are able.

[He's rather unsteady, but he does manage to push himself back to his feet, motions stiff as he steps alongside the dragon.]

...Thank you.

I promise... a quest in return. Trifling or not... I still owe you a debt.

[there's the thought to protest, but that would help neither his guest nor his own self]

At your leisure. This one has had several visitors, and is not in desperate need of energy.

[trundles steadily into a roomy and well-lit tunnel, one with the entrance tucked behind a huge pile of glittering jewels, that slowly spirals upward.]

Edited (wow self finish your sentences) 2014-06-20 06:44 (UTC)

I understand.

[He falls silent, his steps heavy as he follows behind the Echo. He feels like he could sleep for days, and yet his mind buzzes, flashing back to things seen and said and done

His stomach tightens painfully. Crossing his arms tightly over his chest, the blond grimaces, trying to keep his thoughts on his surroundings.]

If... you could keep my presence here a secret for now, it would be appreciated.

[the massive head dips just once in a silent nod]

Privacy is a treasure unto itself. Worry not, sir.

[after a few more minutes of travel, he comes to a stop and turns to face the blank rock wall.

one wing tucks in close against the side opposite from where technic is, then unfurls, which prompts a simple thatch door to materialize in the wall.]

Only you and I shall have the power to see this door. Your lodgings wait beyond.

[The look of relief on his face should speak enough.

He gives a nod of gratitude before walking forward and opening up the door.]

[before technic can step through, the dragon speaks up once more-]

Call for this one if you have need. I will answer.

[-and then turns again to walk back down the tunnel the way the two of them came.

the room provided for technic is surprisingly roomy (if a bit dim), well-ventilated through cracks in the walls and lit by torchlight. there's a bed tucked against the right wall, neatly made, with a spare Amalthea uniform folded atop the covers. a laundry basket made of woven reed and a small steel bin for trash have been placed at the foot, beside a chest that's presumably for personal effects. directly across from the room's entrance is a cupboard built into the wall itself that contains fresh fruit, bread, and tinned meat; beneath it is an open stone "box" filled with not only ice, but flasks of water and milk.

there's also a second thatch door off to the left, which splits further into two paths; one going to a private restroom (a comfortable chamberpot with soft cloths for toilet paper) and the other to a self-contained hot springs bath. fluffy towels hang from racks built into the wall, while soap and shampoo await usage in an alcove situated above the water.

really, it's almost as though waldemar is supremely invested in being a good host.]

[It's simple, but it's private, it's quiet, and it gives him the sole comfort of knowing, as he bonelessly drops himself to the floor next to the bed, that he doesn't need to worry about anyone intruding or poking or prodding. Right now, it's just him. Him and his raw mix of anger, fear, and exhaustion, taking shuddering breaths, digging fingers into his hair and letting himself, for just one evening, fall apart in privacy.

...]

[It's after a loooong soak in that tub and a practically sleepless night when Technic finally emerges, cautious as he looks for Waldemar. He's in the bare basics of his uniform - no armor, no leather trimmings - looking less ghostly than he had the previous evening.]

[sitting by the only other exit from his mountain lair, gazing out at the endless expanse of clouds and mist that conceals the earth below from all eyes]

[Oh what a lovely view. '^']

Good morning.

[it's almost as good when you can fly over it]

'Tis so, yes.

[a yawn that exposes fangs, although the rest of him doesn't move]

Were your chambers to your liking?

More than I was expecting, actually.

You're very hospitable to your guests.

That is the duty, and pleasure, of a host.

[A quiet chuckle.]

I'm honored to be under your care, then, sir.

[...]

I know you said you have energy to spare.

But if you're willing, I have an item I need to recover.

[....he tilts his head at technic, then, whatever passes for eyebrow ridges raising a little as if in surprised]

....your appreciation is welcomed.

[shifts weight a bit, talons scraping quietly against the rock floor]

Ah, of course. What do you desire?

When I first arrived here, I was gifted with a jewelry box. The key for that box was misplaced not that long ago - I'm not sure if it was stolen or if I was the one who lost it.

Aah, regardless... I would like to quest for a replacement key.

[a nod]

That shall be a simple matter.

[the sound of jingling coins fills your head once more, and then....a small silver platter appears, bearing a pair of chocolate cupcakes with white frosting and a fat cherry.]

Give these to two people that you value, in some manner, and have them eat it. Then, ask them what dream they would pursue above all others.

[Carefully picking up the platter...]

That sounds simple enough.

...

I know it might sound strange. But could I ask why? Why you chose that question, I mean.

[regards him with a blink]

Curiosity. There are as many opinions in this world as there are breaths taken. I wish to hear them.

Such questions are often part of this one's quests. Only whim determines their flavor.

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