It was a little house in a dark place in the forest. A glorified one room shack, but solidly built of wood with a cedar roof. He'd last lived here two years ago, and he could tell that someone had used it since then. There was a small store of split firewood stacked neatly by the door, and some sign that repairs had been made. The shutters were tight, and from the looks of it whoever had stayed here had since moved on.
The door opened at a touch, the neat little room inside exposed to his sight. The Keeper-style stove still sat in the corner. The cabinets were opened, barren of supplies but still with the plates and cups he’d left. He grinned and shook his head. This was better than he’d expected. Stepping inside, he let his pack fall to the ground. Out of his possessions and his wealth, his life had contracted to this little house and this pack. He’d taken such things as could easily be carried, but he had dared not leave even a note.
Lolorito, he thought to himself. Someone had attacked Lolorito. The men at his house in Ul’dah were Lolo’s, sent to seek revenge for an attack they thought he’d done. He knew of the Lalafell, though he hadn’t ever met him. A shrewd man, with great store of resources and a ruthless nature. Lolorito wouldn’t rest until he’d eliminated the threat he perceived.
Natalie, he thought. Kage. Shifu. The trio were vulnerable so long as he was there. Lolorito didn’t have a reputation as a vengeful man. He doubted Lolo would go after the rest of the tribe, so long as C’kayah didn’t involve them. But he would certainly watch them. If he thought they knew… If he thought they were even just covering for C’kayah, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike them.
C’kayah cursed, unpacking the bag he’d brought. He had another enemy, it seemed, and until he could deal with that enemy, Ul’dah wasn’t safe for him.
The door opened at a touch, the neat little room inside exposed to his sight. The Keeper-style stove still sat in the corner. The cabinets were opened, barren of supplies but still with the plates and cups he’d left. He grinned and shook his head. This was better than he’d expected. Stepping inside, he let his pack fall to the ground. Out of his possessions and his wealth, his life had contracted to this little house and this pack. He’d taken such things as could easily be carried, but he had dared not leave even a note.
Lolorito, he thought to himself. Someone had attacked Lolorito. The men at his house in Ul’dah were Lolo’s, sent to seek revenge for an attack they thought he’d done. He knew of the Lalafell, though he hadn’t ever met him. A shrewd man, with great store of resources and a ruthless nature. Lolorito wouldn’t rest until he’d eliminated the threat he perceived.
Natalie, he thought. Kage. Shifu. The trio were vulnerable so long as he was there. Lolorito didn’t have a reputation as a vengeful man. He doubted Lolo would go after the rest of the tribe, so long as C’kayah didn’t involve them. But he would certainly watch them. If he thought they knew… If he thought they were even just covering for C’kayah, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike them.
C’kayah cursed, unpacking the bag he’d brought. He had another enemy, it seemed, and until he could deal with that enemy, Ul’dah wasn’t safe for him.
