[piosenniel]

Saraphim's’s post

The cool tunnels of Nephil’s home enveloped him as he set out from his dwelling. They were so different from the sweating confines of the outside forest. Just yesterday, he had returned from hunting, disappointed from his lack of spoil, but joined his friends in a rowdy drinking-game anyway.

He had slept in because of his revels, and lamented the loss of a chance to speak with his cousin, Corith, who had mentioned something about a “catch” to a semi -conscious Nephil, and a half-heard order to meet him later wafted through his memory, before giving up and wafting away.

A catch. That was worth missing some sleep over. The last catch had been years ago, and one that was caught by Nephil himself. He swelled with pride at the memory. A weasel-like merchant, lost in the wilds and far from any vestige of his civilization.

But no outsider had been seen since then, and Nephil was hungry for news, and he walked quickly down the corridor, sandals slapping on the stone floor, on the lookout for Corith, and news.