008. (v2) [audio + commentlog/open]

[snowtop]

[This feels kind of familiar, but Xanth can't pinpoint why. Maybe he was just used to tons of people bustling about on the Elegante.]

O-Okay, uh, well, h-- hi. I-If you're new, y-you-- you probably-- r-read the thing i-in your journal. A-And if-- if you didn't, well, g-go... do... that?

...

O-Okay. Um. H--Hi. This is H-Holloway's Keep, and... y-you're kind of-- t-trapped. But-- i-it's not that b-bad here? There's-- f-food in the kitchen a-and beds if-- if you need rest a-and... i-it's not as-- bleak a-as it looks. T...Trust me. S-So, for now, s-- stay safe?

A-And please, don't... d-don't-- kill a-anybody.

[Xanth closes his journal and tucks it away for the moment. He's out by the stables, feeding the animals inside and keeping an eye open for anyone he recognizes.

For anyone who saw him when he still had long hair, well, that long hair is gone. He's got a hat on to keep his ears warm, but he is so close to bald now that it's not even funny.]

Comments

[littlebungorf]

I have read the message but I still wish to go home. My world cannot be gone. My friends would not allow it.

Would you perhaps tell me the way to go out?

[She would also like to know why he is so frightened.]

Or perhaps you would inform me as to why you fear someone being harmed? I do not wish to damage anyone.

[snowtop]

Um--

[TOO MANY QUESTIONS]

W-Well, there's-- n-not a way out, as... a-as far as I can... see. N-No one's-- managed to l-leave yet, o-or if-- if they have, th-they haven't told a-any of us left h-how.

I'm-- s-sorry.

[Video]

[littlebungorf]

I understand. I suppose you would not be here either if you knew of a way home.

[She pauses thinking.]

This is not your home, correct?

[Audio]

[snowtop]

N-No, not-- not mine. I-I don't... I don't think i-- it's a-anyone's home, e-exactly, but. W-Well, we're, w-we're here n--now.

[It's their home away from home.]

D-Do you-- do you need a-any... help?

[Video]

[littlebungorf]

How can this be no one's home. Does it not belong to the Lord Deior?

Thank you friend your offer is most appreciated, though I do not require assistance.

[Audio]

[snowtop]

O-Oh.

[Well dang. She's got a point there.]

I, I-I guess it-- i-it's-- his home. I-I mean, m-- maybe. I-I don't know if that-- s-so much maters, th-though...