[It is becoming clear that a conversation through text is not going to get them anywhere quickly.]
There is little insight I can offer here. Yet I admit some concern. Would you be willing to allow me to join you in this investigation? If it comes to light this is a kidnapping, a comrade would not be remiss.
[It is best to keep an eye on him. No one should let a RPG Protagonist Incarnate wander around someone's home without supervision. Chests are opened. Potions are taken. Pots are smashed.]
We should not delay any longer. You have already mentioned it has been two days since you last spoke. Any chance of finding clues to his whereabouts will fade the more we wait.
[Lalli and Elidibus, set loose on a house full of things to investigate by hitting the confirm key. House is certainly DOOMED to be stripped. ...Or maybe not, since it seems to be Lalli's house too.]
I will be there within a bell.
[Another message follows this, apparently as a correction.]
Under one hour.
[Either way, he seemed confident enough with the directions given.]
In fact, it's roughly a half-hour later in which this 'Ardbert' fellow arrives, astride a mount which might graciously be deemed a gray-feathered camel-bird. It seems content to stride leisurely over the streets, talons finding traction by digging into the ice-lined cobble. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this picture alright? Although it could fly, Elidibus has kept to a ground route. Easier to deal with directions that way and it avoids complications, like scaring the devil out of neighbors or on-edge concerned cousins of missing people.
So here is the home and there is a figure standing in front of it. Since folk generally aren't standing around in the winter weather, there's a good chance that he's arrived in the right place. Elidibus... or rather Ardbert has a young adult appearance as his voice over the comms that day had suggested. Though given how educated his words were over the audio that day, maybe the archaic gear and cloak, the giant axe, and the casual hairstyle would seem more fitting to someone that spend most of their time in the wilds, rather than culture and civilization and scholarly pursuits.
And since he dismounts and moves toward the house with ease, it's clear he's accustomed to moving around in the stuff. The amaro follows a pace or so behind, led by the reins still gripped in one gloved hand.
"You're the cousin? Unless I have come to the wrong address." 'Ardbert' offers an easy smile, though his expression isn't overly cheerful. Of course not! One does not be overly cheerful when someone needs to be found. "I am Ardbert. Which is also the name I go by."
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There is little insight I can offer here. Yet I admit some concern. Would you be willing to allow me to join you in this investigation? If it comes to light this is a kidnapping, a comrade would not be remiss.
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Fine. When do you want to do this?
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We should not delay any longer. You have already mentioned it has been two days since you last spoke. Any chance of finding clues to his whereabouts will fade the more we wait.
Where do you wish to meet?
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We can meet at our house.
[And he will give Elidibusbert directions! And be waiting outside for him, just in case he's awful with directions.]
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I will be there within a bell.
[Another message follows this, apparently as a correction.]
Under one hour.
[Either way, he seemed confident enough with the directions given.]
In fact, it's roughly a half-hour later in which this 'Ardbert' fellow arrives, astride a mount which might graciously be deemed a gray-feathered camel-bird. It seems content to stride leisurely over the streets, talons finding traction by digging into the ice-lined cobble. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this picture alright? Although it could fly, Elidibus has kept to a ground route. Easier to deal with directions that way and it avoids complications, like scaring the devil out of neighbors or on-edge concerned cousins of missing people.
So here is the home and there is a figure standing in front of it. Since folk generally aren't standing around in the winter weather, there's a good chance that he's arrived in the right place. Elidibus... or rather Ardbert has a young adult appearance as his voice over the comms that day had suggested. Though given how educated his words were over the audio that day, maybe the archaic gear and cloak, the giant axe, and the casual hairstyle would seem more fitting to someone that spend most of their time in the wilds, rather than culture and civilization and scholarly pursuits.
And since he dismounts and moves toward the house with ease, it's clear he's accustomed to moving around in the stuff. The amaro follows a pace or so behind, led by the reins still gripped in one gloved hand.
"You're the cousin? Unless I have come to the wrong address." 'Ardbert' offers an easy smile, though his expression isn't overly cheerful. Of course not! One does not be overly cheerful when someone needs to be found. "I am Ardbert. Which is also the name I go by."