[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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Date: 22 Feb 2021 23:13 (UTC)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."