Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Light the Lamp So Bright--Part 13

The pair walked through the streets in silence for a long while, Nathan stopping every now and then to light a lamp that had guttered out.  The Erl watched him doing it, a curious expression on his odd, grey face.  "You're pretty damn good at that," noted Sacripant.

"Been doing it for ten years," answered Nathan.  "Learned it from my father, first.  And plan on teaching it to my son, when he comes of age." 

"That a guild thing?" asked Sacripant, hands in the folds of his cloak.

"Yes," answered Nathan.  He walked on to the next lamp, which had also sputtered out, and touched his wick to his lantern.  "Father to son, master to apprentice.  That is the way of things."

Sacripant nodded, as he walked behind the man. "That's not so different from Valse."  He looked at Nathan pointedly.  "My hometown.  It also has a tower.  Not as big as yours, mind you."  Sacripant glanced around.  "Or as nice.  Honestly, we've let it go to seed.  We used to be a big trading city, but now, we mostly just... fish."

"Nothing wrong with that," said Nathan.  "Sometimes I wish things were quieter in Talossa."

"Well, you don't get much quieter than Valse," replied Sacripant.  "Not much happ..."

He was interrupted by a great deal of screaming coming from the city square.  Nathan sighed and took a deep breath.  "You were just talking about the tower," he muttered, turning towards the square. "Well, we're going to have to check it out now."

Sacripant sighed.  "Somebody jumped from it, didn't they?"

"Most likely," answered Nathan.

"Yeah, that happens in Valse every now and then," said Sacripant.  "Not too often mind you.  Honestly, we still talk about every time it did."  He sighed.  "It's a very boring town, most of the time."

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