dead guy's ring, i gotta find it [ mission ]
Mar 1, 2018 21:39:37 GMT -7
Post by neko bo beko on Mar 1, 2018 21:39:37 GMT -7
Name: Stuck in the Muck
Rank: C
IIC Length: 1 Day
Difficulty: Medium
Description: The following letter was received. “Ever since my husband passed away, I’ve been having this recurring dream in which he tells me he wants to come home. My husband met his end in the swamps of River country, but his wedding ring was never found. Perhaps this is why he cannot find his way? Someone, please recover it!”
Objective: –Recover the lost wedding ring.
Reward: 35,000 Ryo
Rank: C
IIC Length: 1 Day
Difficulty: Medium
Description: The following letter was received. “Ever since my husband passed away, I’ve been having this recurring dream in which he tells me he wants to come home. My husband met his end in the swamps of River country, but his wedding ring was never found. Perhaps this is why he cannot find his way? Someone, please recover it!”
Objective: –Recover the lost wedding ring.
Reward: 35,000 Ryo
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Staring at the mission slip, reading it over and over, Harue briefly regrets heading out for this mission without first talking to the woman who'd put it up. She imagines an elderly woman, falling apart and warped and racked with wrinkles, but maybe it was a young dame who'd lost her equally as young man? Either way the whole thing is depressing, if not a bit tragic. The only morbid thing about it is the follow up suggestion Harue's mind comes up with in response.
Looking around the countryside, mountains in the horizon to one end and a large body of water at the other, she imagines stumbling across the corpse of a decomposing young man. She would have to pull the ring from his fingers, or at least the bone and flesh left unpicked by hungry critters. Would it be grave robbing if it were for a little lady? He wasn't even in a grave-
Harue wrinkles her nose and looks to Ōmo. The beast is unaware of the less than nice thoughts running through her head, and she shakes it hurriedly to cleanse them. Patting the beast's head, the two stride towards the south of Kawa. The further they move, the wetter the terrain becomes; it reminds Harue vaguely of the territory they'd just passed through to get here. Sweeping a look to Ōmo, she reminds herself that she'd been asleep for most the hike through Ame. Grateful for her pink beast, she pulls him into a side-hug with an arm around his massive neck, the two strolling lop-sided for a moment. "You're a good boy, Ōmono Tankōshoku," she says, beaming with a smile that breaks her face in half. One of his ears pivot towards her, his confused expression moving to meet the same direction. She hardly uses his appointed full name. Awkwardly, she slips away in favor of running ahead and pointing out the impending smell of muck. Indigenous to riversides, the mudflaps produced a smell most unruly; she could only assume this is what the widow meant by 'swamps.' After all, there were no swamps in Kawa. Pausing, Harue wonders if maybe there is simply not a popular swamp she knew about. Standing between a lagging Ōmo and a wash of muddy rivers, she looks around to where the map had pointed out the capitol of Kawa. Maybe if she headed towards civilization, she could fish out the exact whereabouts of where the widow may be talking about.
Looking to her mission slip and then back towards alleged civilization, she wonders if maybe that's not the brightest idea. Would the city be friendly to someone coming in and sniffing around with vague questions and lame authority from a neighboring village? She preens the mission slip, her thumb smoothing over the wrinkling surface as she thinks. Ōmo taps his nose to her shoulder and she sways, looking to him and smiling with a huff. "Sorry," she murmurs. He blinks at her before turning towards the rivers, looking defiant. As if he's made a decision himself. Harue smiles a little. "Do you think it's that way?" She asks him, excited to have his attention and help. He looks to her with his eyes, his head unmoving. A lap of water against rocks, seagulls hawing as they flutter away... Harue's expression falters. She cocks her head all the way to one said, feeling heavy. "You just want to go swimming, don't you?"