Closed By The Divine [Fable]

[Liam Blank]

Timestamp: 14th of Spring, 514 AV It had been a long time since Liam felt like he was stuck in a rut as far as...Pretty much everything went. He felt so uninspired and empty the last few weeks that he woke up without really knowing why. His depressive state of mind turned for the better though, as soon as he heard a few loud knocks on his door. It was rare for anyone to actually visit his home, but to imagine it was for an actual job? Not even in his wildest dreams had he hoped for that, but there she was; A distressed damsel who was moonlighting as a knight in shining armor at the same time! As he stared at her, in surprise and worry, the woman held her face low making it nearly imposssible for Liam to take in her facial features. The woman made sniffy sounds as if she had a stuffed nose and when she finally did look up at Liam, she glared at him with an insulted look in her bloodshot red eyes. "Well, are you going let me in or what?!" She snarked inbetween the snivelling noises she made. "But of course, ma'am, how can I be of assistance?" Liam spoke with a silver tongue, bordering on an amused mocking tone of voice. It was just how he handled most rudeness, with a weird sense of humor. "I hope you don't mind the state of disarray my place is in..." He couldn't exactly say he wasn't expecting anyone, as this was his workplace just as much as it were his living quarters. Stating what would amount to giving a bad impression, and the last thing he wanted at this time was to scare off his only customer in who knows how long...As he offered the woman a seat, she brushed off her nose with a hankey and took a seat without a word of thanks spilled on Liam. "T-that place...It's not normal, evil even!...M-my baby, my poor baby!...I want you to dig up anything you can find out about that store, anything! I'll pay, of course, but you'll have to work for it!" Liam heard out the woman's commanding pleas and nodded as if he had even the slightest clue what she was talking about, but as he listened and sifted out the cries and sniffling, he deducted something bad happened to her child after getting a purchase at some store; And she wanted him to dig up the dirt of that establishment. "Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this. But I need you to tell me which store you want investigated, what happened and anything else that you can think of that is relevant or could help us!" Speaking while handing her another hankey and putting on his most concerned and serious face, truth be told, he wasn't sure if this woman wasn't just a crazy old hag; But her clothes made it seem unlikely that she was a crazed homeless woman from the slums. As he folded his arms, he made a low hmm noise from his throat as to spur the woman on to quit crying and lay out some coherent information regarding whatever happened and what he was supposed to do.

[Fable]

The woman snatched the square of fabric that was extended out towards her, eyes flashing with an indignant glare as she dabbed at the bottom of her nose. "Don't patronize me." The handkerchief was balled into the palm of her fist, her stare surprisingly steady considering the state she had arrived in. "The ashes. They weren't right." She reached into a bag that was slung over her shoulder, drawing out a small, bronze urn from within, the handkerchief pressed awkwardly against the metal as she fumbled with it to present it to the man before her. "Five feet and three inches, and they give me this?"

The lid was removed to reveal that it was about three quarters full of a soft grey ash, the entire container being little more than the size of two fists placed on top of the other. Her hands shook only slightly, whether it be from her frustrations or her weariness, and the lid was replaced and twisted to seal the contents once more. She gently put the urn back into her bag, a heavy, somber sigh pulling at her shoulders before she spoke again. The gravity of her remembered situation seeming to calm her enough to communicate clearly.

"The Divine Legacy." She raised a brow, a hint of condescension in her voice, "I'm sure you've heard of it." If not, the woman seemed to have no intention of explaining it to him. "There's something... Wrong there. I can't explain it any more than I can give you directions to my house."" A common phrase among the Alvads to describe something that was understood without a good way of putting it. "Karash, the six-armed snake, is the most wrong out of everything there." Her gaze hardened, frown deepening, as she moved marginally closer to her most gracious host. "Find out what's happening there, and I'll reward you."

With that, she rose up, gathering her dress about her and, in the process, hiding away the handkerchief within its folds. "Find nothing, get nothing. Got it?" With a brusque huff and sniffle, the woman threw open the door, stepping out onto the glassy streets of the city outside. "You have ten days. I'll be in the Bizarre at this time ten days from now." Her reddened eyes flashed once more. "Don't bother showing up if you haven't found anything." And with that, she stepped out into the slowly moving crowd, her smaller figure quickly being lost to those around her, leaving Liam with a directive and an ultimatum.