[Krem muttered and shook his head after his own quick sweep of the servant's quarters. Nothing too unusual here - just a lot of dust. Dust, little spiders, the musty stench of old bedding and stale air. No one had been in here for years. Krem as content to keep it that way, quickly making his way out and after Bull, keeping his glowstones held high enough to see.
The yellow-orange light illuminated the shelves as they walked, dusty bookshelves, books in piles, discarded trinkets. Nothing worth much note, everything covered in too much dust and too many cobwebs to care for.
As Bull opened a few more doors and poked his great head into darkened rooms, Krem would shine a light where he needed it - through the Vint stuck to the halls outside. His interest piqued as his glowstone illuminated something on a shelf, the yellow-orange light reflecting something, a shine from some kind of jewel. Krem's brow furrowed, moving away from the door Bull was at and towards that shelf.]
And you said this woman was Orlesian, right?
[He raised the stone up, taking a step back as it revealed the source of that glimmer - a blackened, human skull with emeralds resting inside the sockets. The skull itself appeared to have bandages across it, darkened from age and grime. That gave it a blackened appearance. Bandages on a face, gems for eyes - a dusty old crown resting beside it. The skull had been mummified at some point. That only meant one thing.
Krem swallowed and looked over to Bull, hoping the man would have an answer.]
no subject
[Krem muttered and shook his head after his own quick sweep of the servant's quarters. Nothing too unusual here - just a lot of dust. Dust, little spiders, the musty stench of old bedding and stale air. No one had been in here for years. Krem as content to keep it that way, quickly making his way out and after Bull, keeping his glowstones held high enough to see.
The yellow-orange light illuminated the shelves as they walked, dusty bookshelves, books in piles, discarded trinkets. Nothing worth much note, everything covered in too much dust and too many cobwebs to care for.
As Bull opened a few more doors and poked his great head into darkened rooms, Krem would shine a light where he needed it - through the Vint stuck to the halls outside. His interest piqued as his glowstone illuminated something on a shelf, the yellow-orange light reflecting something, a shine from some kind of jewel. Krem's brow furrowed, moving away from the door Bull was at and towards that shelf.]
And you said this woman was Orlesian, right?
[He raised the stone up, taking a step back as it revealed the source of that glimmer - a blackened, human skull with emeralds resting inside the sockets. The skull itself appeared to have bandages across it, darkened from age and grime. That gave it a blackened appearance. Bandages on a face, gems for eyes - a dusty old crown resting beside it. The skull had been mummified at some point. That only meant one thing.
Krem swallowed and looked over to Bull, hoping the man would have an answer.]
Why does she have a Nevarran skull?