North Sea Dungeon

Az' blew on his hands a bit. The cold had made them feel numb; he hurried inside the registeration office to hand in his list.

Wish List:

• pocket knife
• music paper
• red ink

Az' shrugged. "I'll stay, but I gotta warn you, I don't think she will be very happy to see me at all." They hoped she didn't hold grudges, but wasn't feeling too optimistic about it. At least they were already in the resurrection office, if it came to that. Watching the elf lady putter around, they ...

As she spun back towards him, something caught Az's eyes. The flower she sported in her hair had seemed open a bit wider just a second ago. Now that he gave it more thought, he hasn't seen this kind of flower anywhere on the island. Or anywhere at all, for that matter. Before he could question it ...

It took her a bit before agreeing, healthy suspicion Az' guessed. Letting out a chuckle at her antics, he pulled her towards him, backing more fully into the middle of the square. "You will have to excuse my rustiness, I haven't danced since I came here." Now grabbing her second hand as well, he ...

The musicians were having fun, enough that any wrong note felt more like warmth and humanity than a mistake. They seemed familiar with their instrument in the same way one is familiar with a friend's pet, something they coo at and play with more than they care for. Maybe they had switched ...

Az' could appreciate someone who seemingly enjoyed their work, especially one most people were rebutted by. Though she was all over the place, the lady was efficient, she clearly had a system. They decided she was amusing enough, and they had nowhere else to be anyway. A bit of company was always ...

Az' would have had a pep in his step, were it not for the extra weight he was carrying. Today had been a great day, up until the point his companion had gotten herself hurt. They had managed to find a few valuables and expore quite a bit of the first floor, which was about as much as a party ...

Ô creature all mighty, could my boy Az' appear the colour of rust?

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Az' lifted their hand in front of their eyes. There, nestled on the back of their fingers, was a fairy. Its skin supple and soft, its chest expending with every inhale. Az' bet that if they were to press the tiniest bit, they would feel the rapid heartbeat unique to small mammals. The desk lady kept ...