Late in to the evening, one could find a certain man scouring the floors of the Ossuary looking for a very particular object. He had asked nearly everyone in the building after he had returned.
“Have you seen a ring fitting these details? It is an important item and I must find it.â€
Bells would go by. People would come and leave.
He had searched under each bookcase. By every pillar. Even inside the urns, much to the thaumaturges’ disliking. Not that they would act upon it. A tall hyur, over twice their height? The lalafell would rather not deal with the potential thought he might attack them. It was simply safer to wait for him to leave.
Clothes dirtied, exhausted, and ready to give up, he began walking towards the exit, head down. He would have missed the glimmer of metal and jewel had it not been for a poorly aimed spell a pair of thaumaturges had hoped to fire at him.
As the weak lightning spell flew past his side, he saw it. Wedged into a crack of the doorframe.
Her ring.
It was a little scuffed and scratched, as would anything that had been thrown into a building made of rock. But, it was whole. The damage could be repaired. Taking out the small box he had previously kept it in, Franz vowed to hold onto it better from then on.
He could inquire at the Goldsmith’s Guild later.
“Have you seen a ring fitting these details? It is an important item and I must find it.â€
Bells would go by. People would come and leave.
He had searched under each bookcase. By every pillar. Even inside the urns, much to the thaumaturges’ disliking. Not that they would act upon it. A tall hyur, over twice their height? The lalafell would rather not deal with the potential thought he might attack them. It was simply safer to wait for him to leave.
Clothes dirtied, exhausted, and ready to give up, he began walking towards the exit, head down. He would have missed the glimmer of metal and jewel had it not been for a poorly aimed spell a pair of thaumaturges had hoped to fire at him.
As the weak lightning spell flew past his side, he saw it. Wedged into a crack of the doorframe.
Her ring.
It was a little scuffed and scratched, as would anything that had been thrown into a building made of rock. But, it was whole. The damage could be repaired. Taking out the small box he had previously kept it in, Franz vowed to hold onto it better from then on.
He could inquire at the Goldsmith’s Guild later.
