Timestamp: 22nd of Fall, 518 A.V.
Kelski looked over the leather harnesses and ropes in the booth and shook her head. Crazy. This was a crazy adventure, for certain, and one she was seemingly going to go through with anyhow… and alone. Except for The Gem and the nightly dinners at home, the Kelvic was more and more alone these days. She didn’t like it, even though it was her new reality. It felt a lot like isolation and solitude she had felt during her slavery and she honestly didn’t welcome it. But at the same time, the Kelvic didn’t want to drag anyone else into her scheme, nor did she want to reveal how curious she had become about the brats with the collars coming and going.
She’d told no one about them, not a single soul, and somehow that felt right.
Kelski was used to acting on her instincts. She thought she had good ones and often they took care of her in ways logic or intelligence couldn’t. The Sea Eagle had sensible reactions to things, but in this particular case her interest was bordering on obsession. She was actually looking at climbing gear and contemplating going down into the bowels of Sunberth to follow the brats.
Inside her it was a burning need she couldn’t put into words nor could she explain if she tried. The need was multi-tiered layers of the absolute need to understand. Kelski had to know. Follow. Follow. Follow. The dark yawning maws of the half a dozen entrances the collared brats were using seemed to be calling to her, even though it wasn’t her element being deep beneath the ground going to wherever the brats were going. They meant something. They belonged to someone. And Kelski wanted to meet whomever that was. Had no one noticed before? Had no one cared? Kelski did. It was just such an unusual thing, the enormous almost monstrous sized rats called brats coming and going from the bowels of Sunberth. It made her think of the slabs, of magic, and of what could be hidden in the mines below the city.
And so, she planned, leaving a brief note at The Midnight Gem. It had stated that she might be gone a day or two, meeting with suppliers and to not worry where she was headed was safe and that she’d be back no later than four days. She didn’t even tell Ebon or Ember where she was going, and though she’d took a moment before she’d fully departed to pray with Duncan, nothing else was unusual. Kelski had started praying with the Isur because the habit made her feel better, lightened her burden somehow, and made her feel close to the Isur whom guarded her lifestyle while she was away from it.
Now though, now it was time to hit the market and see what supplies she might need. Kelski spoke to the vendor, told him she was going beneath the earth, and wanted some gear to make herself safer and traverse some of the deeper drops. The vendor seemed to know what she needed and got her a set of climbing/rappelling gear together plus a helmet to keep her head safe while she was spelunking.
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