Schilva Flasch @Harukami
Seeker, you desire my guidance. Very well.
I await at the mouth of the eldest silver giant in Pormont; though sleepless, it must be possessed of a bed.
Seeker, you desire my guidance. Very well.
I await at the mouth of the eldest silver giant in Pormont; though sleepless, it must be possessed of a bed.
Thus was the riddle-borne message that Harukami would find addressed to her, after she had somehow made contact with the original poster of the strange advertisements that had been popping up all over the place in player-frequented settlements. Whatever the reason and however the process, it had come time to meet the one behind this cryptic communication.
At the mouth of the Silver Lake's mainstream tributary, beside the small ruin of a fishing hut, a lone swordsman awaits someone. Though it is yet early morning, it seems that he has already begun setting up for brunch.
Opening up his UI, Schilva takes out a tinderbox and begins whacking the flintstone and fire-striker together, sparks spitting onto a pile of loose dead leaves and twigs. However, after discovering that the ambient moisture of the environment has soaked into the gathered tinder, he sniffs in disappointment and puts away the tools.
Smoke would give his position away, and he couldn't have that ruining the mystique of this meticulously planned meeting...