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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-10-22 07:42 pm

the clock tower


Happy Hallow-elevator! The clock tower event lasts between 22 October and 8 November. ICly, the tower incursion stretches around a week, and you’re welcome to have your character investigate something else, if they finish early!



THE CLOCK TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS| TRIAL & NO ERRORS | THE TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS

Play it cool, as Serthica’s customs officers pore over your passport papers, before grudgingly allowing you overground. Minaras, you hear, is hunting a delinquent.

Both it and Eidris fare well, with no sign of the damage that preceded the Unwinding. Locals no longer behave eerily, dragons and clockwork droids roam freely, and everyone hates taxes.

Yet perfect strangers insist they know you. Your assigned address leads to a different house. The roads, buildings and architecture look ‘lived in,’ but changed.

No one remembers the Unwinding.

Burlap mannequins sometimes watch from mirrors, windows and reflecting surfaces.

■ You might hear shifting and scratching in Eidris walls.

Minaras has doubled its bounty for a man not unlike Leonard McCoy.

Black fungal spores are found on the increasingly voluminous experiment vials, specimens and supplies thrown out by Minaras medical facilities.

■ Frail and confused, Ellethia survivor Zenobius finally awakens. A short thread is up for RNG grabs.




TRIALS & NO ERRORS

The guard troops that Eidris and Minaras assign to the Neutral Zone now protect King Thivar and High Councillor Arabella during the annual Sanctuary Reckoning trials. Both adjudicate cases that violate the ceasefire.

Prolonging the trials buys time for your companions in the clock tower.

■ Create a distraction — flood the judgement hall rooms? Fire? Illusions?

■ Pose as trial participants: perhaps you are of Eidris, and you caught this wicked Minaraian raiding your home? Mayhap this wretched man of Eidris stole your girlfriend? Wait, you’re a Minaraian who wants to kill King Thivar?

■ …organise breakouts, if Thivar or Arabella have your jailed. You are first imprisoned in makeshift Sanctuary cells — all but poorly locked, glorified closets. Get a trial sentence!

Thivar and Arabella treat the trials as a box-ticking exercise.





THE TOWER

As Eidris and Minaras play court, you can infiltrate the Neutral Zone clock tower of Vassarizhia.

■ Only token security remains. The door is unlocked.

Karsa supplies paper talismans that must be burned in the watch fire at the tower’s top level.

■ Each burned talisman amplifies the reveal spell that Karsa activates. Link a finished burning thread by 8 November to help the cause.

■ A November mod post will describe how much of Serthica’s ‘undeath’ characters can see.

■ Placing Magnus’ dragon eye before the tower’s telescope will allow characters to always see Serthica’s undeath, moving forward.




✘ ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE

Imperfect stillness dominates Vassarizhia: your footsteps do not click, words die in your mouth. The tower’s rickety gear slither silently. Your heartbeat aligns with the clock’s tick… tock.
You have the growing, gnarly certainty that you have invaded something ancient and alive.

The tower’s entryway level is large, deserted, stacked with gears. At its core is a dilapidated open elevator shaft.

A large sign says to find and pull the floor lever, if elevators stop.

■ There are two elevators. Each narrow lift can hold up to four people, crammed. The upper half of the carriage is chain-link fence, while the floors contain hatches that sometimes open mid-travel for 30 seconds. Hold on to ceiling-bound leather straps.

■ The ropes holding the elevators are thick, but tattered.

■ The elevator’s creaking squeals can awaken swarms of 1m-tall bats and bat wyverns. They rattle the lift, but ultimately withdraw.

■ The elevator can stop at as many levels as you want (or none!).

■ Beyond the second level, you feel intensely paranoid and see your companions as the persons you most hate/fear for five to 10 minutes. Reaching the top, you are tempted to cut the lift ropes of those who follow. (The ropes and elevators recover, after crashing to the bottom. )

■ On each floor, as you exit the elevator, a nearby wall shows a different scratched instruction, signed by DAVID.


LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH| LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR | LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS | LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)




LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH
CONTENT WARNING: MINOTAUR, BODY HORROR

Step into a jail maze, flooded to knee level. Confusing corridors narrow, widen and contort, while wall torches dim.

Intermittent howling reveals you’re not alone. Hiding, you see child-like chalk drawings of forest animals on walls — and a great minotaur. Keep silent.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

■ Collect some of the many discarded daggers or axes. Rope bundles float in water — use them to paralyse your captive or briefly force them under your control.

■ Don’t linger in one place: rotting, bodiless hands surface to restrain you.

■ Bad news, if you swallow water when the minotaur or dead hands try to drown you: your skin stretches and bursts, while your bones pop and extend. You mutate into a half human, half woodland creature, all bloodlust. ( Inspiration, anyone? ) Your companions should still recognise you; between hazy memories and constant pain, you might struggle to remember them and even attack.

■ Morphed characters can (painfully) return to normal within minutes of re-entering the elevator.

■ A smaller and distressed three-headed minotaur also roams the labyrinth. Two of its heads sob, while the third urges you to hide with it when brother approaches. It tries to throttle you with a noose to make brother happy, if you follow. David did say.

■ The minotaur and its sibling have poor sight. They cannot enter a corridor where you’ve drawn or laid down a line.

■ Pull the lever, and a straight corridor leads you to the elevator.


TOP | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR
CONTENT WARNING: GIANT SKELETON, BLOOD DRINKING

Here, only barren stone and thin rivulets of fresh water pouring from wall fountains with sharp-tipped ornaments — your spilled blood quickly infects the basins. Knives, pins and bowls have been abandoned nearby.

High pressure and vertigo overwhelm you. Follow a rhythmic heaving to where the upper half of an enormous skeleton — the Ancestor — has broken through a wall. White, silk thread fetters it. Dried blood rims its cracked mouth. Before it, the stone floor has been tarnished, up to a 5m radius.

The Ancestor appears dormant, a crown of iron thorns on its head. It clutches the lever tightly in its right hand. Above it, an engraving urges, SPILL WINE FOR YOUR ANCESTOR.

■ David S P’s elevator scrawl says, WATER TO WINE.

■ Dally staring and you feel dizzy, nauseous, depressed and compelled to share your close-death encounters. Before you know it, you are stepping into the Ancestor’s radius…

■ …where it plunges for you, if you don’t bear a filled cup. The silk ropes keep the Ancestor from reaching beyond 5m.

■ Two carvings under his fists read HONOUR THY FATHER and DISHONOUR THY MOTHER.

■ Quickly distract the Ancestor from crumbling his captives, tearing their arms or attempting to eat them.

■ The Ancestor is instinct-driven, consumed by thirst. It cannot see or smell, and only remembers taste. Sounds divert it.

■ Improvise: there is no actual wine here. Infuse water, spill blood, or vocally pretend you are delivering wine, and the Ancestor might spare you.

■ If sated, the Ancestor releases the lever.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
CONTENT WARNING: SCARECROW, SKINNED CREATURES

Enjoy pitch dark, dread and bile spreading in your gut. Take a candle from near the elevator and roam through small, unlocked rooms that feature tattered beds, strips of tanning leather and blood or wax spilled on the floor.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, O CATCHES IT.

■ Ahead, you see candle-bearing mannequins that dance a hora to the same song played by Jim Kirk’s music box: “Up the mountain, in the grove, hand in hand to Ke-Waihu, fresh harvest’s a treasure trove, each fall we feast anew.”

■ The creatures are patched abominations of wax, skinned flesh and burlap. In the middle of the hora is a wiry scarecrow, eyes blazing with candle fire as it points a large cleaver. In certain lights, the scarecrow’s face briefly contorts into that of your mother. It wears priestly robes that Arc III survivors may recognise from the House of Ravens.

■ As the dance finishes, you notice the lever in the middle of the circle, where flame spells out TAKE THEM, NOT ME. The game begins.

■ The abominations run, gleefully manic and screaming TAAAA~AAAAAG. YOU’RE IT! The scarecrow unflinchingly cuts them down while pursuing you. Hide in the abandoned rooms, or risk snuffing your candle to avoid detection.

■ Some abominations slap you, hold you, or alert the scarecrow. Others offer shelter. A few peel off wax skins from their limbs — showing black fungi beneath. They murmur, IT NEVER GOES AWAY.

■ Parchment strips fall from the scarecrow’s sleeves, reading, HAPPY NAME DAY, MOTHER KNOWS BEST, THE SIN RAN DEEPER THAN SKIN, IF YOU CAN BEAR IT, IT’S A GAME.

■ Bless David: draw the scarecrow into a drawn or makeshift circle to trap it.

■ Intense, paralysing fear arrests you, if the scarecrow catches you. The wax abominations chant, TAKE THEM, NOT ME. One might even take pity and move your numbed mouth to utter the words. Say them — and the scarecrow lands deep cuts on your arms, then pursues your companion.

■ If you betray someone, the abominations take the appearance of your worst version: whether physically mutated, with a temper that amplifies your worst features, or both.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS
CONTENT WARNING: MANIPULATION, MENTAL COERCION

You enter a quiet room. The lever sits on a table, beside rope and a dagger. As you approach, your surroundings transform: perhaps your dearest dead appear to warmly welcome you. Crowds of your doubters celebrate your success. Or you are in a calm oasis, where nothing hurts.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, THIS DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE.

■ Whatever your deepest wishes, the room’s vivid illusions provide. With time, your beautiful dreams deteriorate into horror. Sometimes, you hear whispers of, Make a wish.

■ The room increasingly drains your life force. Within half an hour, you have gaunt flesh, brittle bones and a hunched back. Or you might feel compelled to harm yourself, clawing your arms and face, or pulling your hair out.

■ The damage comes undone minutes after reaching the elevator.

■ The room focuses on one person: if someone joins you, they see fainter echoes of what the room shows you, but they are not enthralled. They must coax or drag you away.

■ If you are under the room’s influence, it forces you to make any later intruders stay.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL V




LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)
CONTENT WARNING: PLAGUE, THE CHILD

At the tower’s open-sky top, fire crackles from a small stone pit, shielded by a familiar, immovable blood-spattered white umbrella. Nearby, discover an immense rusted telescope and other discarded astronomy tools.

You trip on rain-battered yellowed bones at every step. One skeletal hand holds a watch piece, engraved for Mr. David Sebastian Pumpkins.

■ David S P’s has only scrawled his signature.

■ You might reach the flame easily, or be overwhelmed by sickness, black fungal spores blooming on your fingers, while you cough blood and experience intense fever. The symptoms wane once you reach the fire.

■ Burn paper talismans and link finished threads to help Karsa’s spell.

■ The child with a fox mask from the Unwinding could appear. Sign up for one of three short threads, which must finalise by 3 November.


NOTES

■ Some of the bigger plot clues have been emphasised, to help navigate through the horror details.

■ You can hit up some NPCs during the trials.

■ Check out plotting posts for last-minute team-ups.

Back to the top.

QUESTIONS

snowcleave: (pic#15600081)

[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As much as she wants to, she doesn't gawk at the flaming dog as it bears down on the Scarecrow. The hound is like nothing she's ever seen before, but as awe-inspiring as it is, that fire streaming from the wound on its shoulder tells her it's not impervious.

Like a shot she's behind the Scarecrow, Youhuang held across her chest as her free hand pools qi in her palm before expelling it as she brings it to hit against the creature's shoulder, making its hold on the scythe weaken, if not fall away completely.

The strike gets the creature's attention, at least, pulling the blade away from Cerberus before swinging at Fei, who is waiting to parry.
]
snowcleave: (pic#15575729)

hello my love

[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When she's cut free Fei doesn't spare any time with catching her breath, as much as she wants to, springing into action after stooping quickly enough to secure Youhuang back in her grasp.

One hand rests on the sword's spine as she lunges towards a set of hands as they stretch towards her rescuer, cutting them free of the wall before she grabs onto the man's shoulder and pulls him further down the corridor, where the passage starts to widen, hopefully making it harder to get caught.
]

Have you been trapped on this floor for a long time?

[ She's given herself up so others can go ahead, but, it's getting old, maybe she's finally crossed paths with the right person to get her out of here. ]
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She does better when she's pointed toward what she's supposed to hit, and considering the unknown floors above them, Fei is willing to silently acquiesce to Xie Lian's offer and preserve her strength for what lay ahead. ]

The ones on this floor that can walk may require both of us.

[ After everything that has come before, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise. ]
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If she's afraid, she doesn't show it, somehow managing to seem more annoyed than intimidated as she holds out the bowl in offering to the skeleton, glaring at it when it lifts it out of her hands and downs the contents.

There goes her last taste of home.

The creature's bones knock together, and Fei resists the urge to draw her sword, not wanting to offend the skeleton and risk a fight she and Kahl don't need to have, instead, she steps back, waiting for the lever
]
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though the magic Alec works is a new sight for Fei, she's too preoccupied with cutting a path forward through the reaching hands of the dead to ask questions. Instead, she holds her sword at the ready, surging through corridors while swinging the wide blade in broad strokes, giving Magnus and his partner room to work.

The thunderous roar from somewhere that sounded much closer than Fei would have liked makes her tense, her jaw setting determinedly as she nods.
]

I am ready.

[ Fei turns this way and that, surveying all the passageways that led to the spot she, Alec, and Magnus now stood before another rush of reaching hands steals her focus, sending her rushing over, putting herself between her two companions and them, fighting them off. ]

If it comes closer you must tell me.
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She can tell he's annoyed, but Fei doesn't think she has anything to do with that - the whole situation is annoying, after all. What kind of fool would be surly from the offer of the last of her precious green plum wine?

He offers to go ahead and Fei gives him a curt nod, adjusting Youhuang from where it rests on her shoulder to hold it ready, as though she's prepared to sprint past him and get in the skeleton's face at a moment's notice.
]

Be quick. Get the lever if you can. Don't lose my flask.

[ The alternative is that the wine won't work and they'll have to fight the creature for it - not her favorite outcome, but once she's preparing for anyway.

With a frown on her face, she looks on as her companion brings her flask towards the bowl, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword as she watches the massive bag of bones, as it seems to stir, aware.
]
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-11-01 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Weariness keeps her in one place, but there's a wildness in those sad dark eyes that speaks volumes to how she feels - a predator, caught and caged between a man and a pillar, limited by her body and unable to retreat to the sky.

Wangji is the one who caves, who offers his arm to her even as she comes apart, and refuses to do the same to him - it's a mercy in so many ways, allowing her to forsake pride in favor of catching hold of him. Her legs are weak and when he moves closer, fingers pointing towards her wrist, the flow of his qi gently fortifying, Fei pitches forward, propping herself up against him.
]

Where is the way up? [ His actions clear her mind enough to allow her to ask, the fire he's heard tempering her words before, in the courtyard at the orphanage, across the network calling him a stinky idiot is gone, replaced by a softness that sounds as unfamiliar to him, the listener, as it does to her, the speaker.

But there is still work to do, still, something she can let the still human facets of her mind focus on–
]

I must return to Magnus. He must reach the top.
downswing: (ayer)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-11-01 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)


( To his lone and unexpected merit, he does not stay his step. Hardly flinches, voice steel and even with barely a fraction of the earlier tremble. A hit to the head wins a man an allowance of dithering in his conversation. )

I would abandon you to the creature's whims. ( A beat. ) Coax you down the shaft. ( And another. ) Allow the wyverns reach of your body.

( ...he is either a natural or thinking this through. )


[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-01 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)


( His... ideas. No, no. He shudders with the hurt of it: )

...sometimes I dream things. I can't — run from them.

( His legs are short or hurt or slow. He is just so, hands stiff over his mask, pushing it in. )

So I put them here. In their box. And no one has to see them.

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[personal profile] slippin 2022-11-01 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hesitates, trying to plumb the depths of the old-timer's gaze—glimpse whether he can live with a piece of himself hanging over some rich asshole's fireplace—but not for long. Definitely not long enough to frame an objection. Depositing the charcoal on the bedside table, Jimmy shifts forward in his seat and takes the paper.

The suggested pitch meets with appreciatively raised eyebrows, sweeps away any lingering reservations. ]
That's not bad. [ Would he say that regardless? Of course, but as it happens: it's not bad. Jimmy raises the picture up, holding it at arm's length—all the better to imagine some sucker's admiring gaze and open wallet. ] Not bad at all. [ His voice veers into movie-trailer solemnity as his free hand does a little ta-da in the air: ] Fallen Ellethia: a Last Look. Spin 'em a story.

[ Tossing a look at the other man: ] I can handle that part, but if you've got any authentic tidbits I can sprinkle in, it would not go unappreciated.
makemeasong: (𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-11-01 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By now she has no real strength left, and she lets Wangji pull her. ]

Get me out then. Just get me out, please.

[ That last word comes out weakly, too tired to protest. Real or not, she can't stand being in that room anymore and wants everything to be over. Her feet stumble and for a second she thinks she might vomit, but mercifully she doesn't, gulping stale air with shaky inhales. ]
strewth: bergara; scrubbing up. (they're turning it into flats.)

[personal profile] strewth 2022-11-01 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not really sure how to interpret this, John opts to find refuge in audacity.]

Getting a bit excited about the details, mate. Where I'm from, we just stick to snuff films...
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-11-01 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His dreams. Everything adds up to the same thing. ]

That's not exactly true, is it? [ His hand twitches as he watches the boy retreat into his mask, but he doesn't move. ] Do you remember meeting me? You were with your friend.
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[personal profile] matermali 2022-11-01 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sighing, well, wheezing, Vanessa tries not to look as crestfallen as she feels at the continued mystery. Though she doesn't hate it, much as she might act like it, she knows time isn't on anyone's side. ]

A dollhouse?

[ How familiar. ]

Why doesn't he stay? [ She wants to reach for him, but she stills her hand at her lap. He could disappear again with the wrong pressure applied. ] Do you want to stay? You could make a show to all of your umbrella and your dollhouse.

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-01 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)


( Well, then. Well, two can stare into each other's souls, until the child finally remembers. )

...by the water. When I played ships and half drowned. ( A pause, and he comes closer on his very lonesome. ) I remember. You didn't stay to play.

( No one, notably, ever stays to play. )

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[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-11-01 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Based on the mod post, I wanted to make sure I wasn't holding onto info that needs to be shared before the 4th. Should I aim to make a network post in the next couple of days or is there a little more time?
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Level V

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-11-01 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrathion is, quite definitely, shaken -- but compared to the figure emerging emerging from the elevator after him he's doing swimmingly.

Positively radiant.

It's certainly true, someone else has it worse.

He stands, awkwardly frozen, watching Xingchen trip, then as he starts to trip a second time startles forward -- ]


You need a healer. Please --

[ He's moving into the man's space, dropping to crouch near him. Wrathion isn't about to force his assistance on someone, but he'll stay close enough to help him up and then to keep him steady if he'll allow it. ]
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-01 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)


It's no story, is it?

( Spun, loose, unravelled. He watches the paper hawkishly in the younger man's hands, how it twists and coils and brings back nothing with it. No grand memories, no earth-shattering revelations.

Only grit between his teeth and ash in his mouth, and the same old, the same old. )


Old Ellethia wanted death undone. Immortality. Old Ellethia thought Taravast had it coming. Old Ellethia... what's it that young man said? The other one. Younger than you, you crone. ( But he's hardly waiting. ) And old Ellethia had the dead knock at its doors for it. Looks like they got in. Bastards.

( Never mind that. Never mind any of it. ) You tell them this, your people. Your buyers. All Ellethia wanted was a miracle. Same as any priest, same as any crook. Same as the doctors on the road. Just a miracle.

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-01 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)


That's right. That's... ( When he stops, steadying, it's to scratch at the back of his mask, to tie the laces again — to right it. )

This citadel is my dollhouse. All of it. And that makes you...

( ...well, don't make him impolite enough to say it. )

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[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-11-01 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
excellent, thank you!
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-11-01 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)


( ...and more chatter. Painless, easy, breezy. An afterthought. He thinks, this is how some men dress their wounds at war, in between paltry distractions. That John Constantine, now spared the petty troubles of outwitting a creature of terror that sought them both undone, can either speak or allow the depths of his fright to take root in him.

Perhaps so. Perhaps, too, Lan Wangji could afford more patience than the inevitable: )


John Constantine. ( And would he retain the name, if he intended to sever ties? ) Speaking to excess is prohibited.

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[personal profile] matermali 2022-11-01 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A headless ragdoll is what it makes her. It isn't such a shocking concept, not out of everything she's been seeing in dreams and nightmares. Of course it's dolls. Even so, the backs of her eyes feel hot, like tears want to fall but she refuses to let anything out but a raspy sigh.

She stares. Patience is wearing thin. Why must it always be dolls. ]


Did he not teach you how to better care for your dolls? Did you want them to rot?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-11-02 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Five tenses as he gets closer. ]

That's right. I got pulled away. [ He hasn't forgotten that the boy shares the name of a man his brother killed. His brother who went missing just before the Unwinding. Does he know? ]

What about my family? Do you remember meeting them?