“Have you ever seen anything like it?” Timothy asked over his shoulder as Jasmine inspected the bite marks. They ringed his entire torso, the small punctures almost forming a belt of red angry flesh. The injuries were packed and healing well but even so they were clearly paining the young man as he moved.
“No I haven’t,” Jasmine said examining the wounds, worry lacing her voice. “I can consult the libraries but it is not a creature I have ever encountered or even I imagine a kind I have ever seen.”
“Wow the great Jasmine Florent stumped? Truly I must have stumbled on a true mystery!” Jasmine rolled her eyes as Timothy slouched into one of the new armchairs that had been imported for the Guild.
“Just tell me again what happened, and put your shirt back on you look like you’re going to catch your death of a cold!” Timothy smirked pulling the rough shirt back over his head hiding the wounds and his thin sickly frame.
“I don’t know who nags more you or my parents,” at a warning look from Jasmine Timothy sighed and moved on “We were ambushed by the creature, at an abandoned village a day north of Cloven Crest.”
“In the village itself?”
“Nah the egomaniac found a basement where it jumped us, looks like a whole complex down there, lots of torture devices.”
“Egomaniac? Do you mean Caeleth?”
“Oh so you do notice him doing that? Glad to know you aren’t completely blind to it.”
“He’s more complex than that Timothy,”
“People like to claim so when flaunting their power.”
“Were you respectful like we talked about at least?”
“Oh yes, it Mister Caeleth this, Mister Gareth that, I do know how to play nice if the occasion calls thanks much Jasmine.” Timothy spread his hands in a gesture of mock innocence.
“Star you are impossible,” she replied sarcastically “Show me this village on the map.” He unrolled and showed her scratching the mark on the vellum “Lachlan’s End? Seems a bit dark doesn’t it.”
“Eh Thoron, Caeleth and Elenoril all have places named after them seemed funny at the time.”
“You’ve been spending a fair amount of time with Lachlan, what are you to upto?”
“Nothing we’re friends!”
“Uh-huh pull the other one Timothy.”
“That’s it just friends, he’s a cool guy willing to take risks, good to have at your back.” Jasmine made a face preparing a retort but Timothy continued first “You’re gonna say he’s a kid and a criminal right? That’s the Spiel? He’s nearly as old as you were when you first went west!”
“And skies I wish he didn’t have to!”
“It’s his choice! How many of the others have tried stop you before and you kept on going anyhow. Maybe he doesn’t have a choice, he probably doesn’t have someone to go to if this doesn’t pan out. Now he’s rotting in a cell over the fight with the rioters.”
“He was rolling one for cash Timothy, the abbot hates us enough without Lachlan bringing stuff like that down on our heads!”
“See! Highly tuned adventuring instincts!” Jasmine cracked a smile, she couldn’t help it with Timothy sometimes. “And anyhow the abbot hated you for crashing on Brother Holbrooks floor, the man’s a fanatic! Just give Lachlan a chance, he’ll prove himself.” Jasmine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. The moment stretched. Timothy put on his best innocent expression complete with puppy dog eyes because why the hell not.
“Alright! Alright! One more chance, if he gets arrested or locked up again we can only look out for him for so long.”
“Yes! This is why they say you’re the best.”
“I somehow doubt that.” The two shared a quiet moment before Timothy broke it and began heading for the door.
“I need to get going, promised I’d swing by the jail to see how Lachlans hanging in there.” he paused by the door “Look Jas I know that you don’t really believe the way you did way back when we first met. I know you don’t have time for the Immortals or society or most others outside this guild. But promise me you’ll keep your faith in people at least. The good ones I mean not the psychos anyhow.” He smiled slightly and left the young woman to her thoughts.