🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Frozen in place, the young man feels a cold fear pierce him from head to toe: two red embers in the outline of a dark helmet are impossible to forget so quickly.
—S-sir T-Tann?..

"Hey, kid. Want a 1000-year-old beer?"

Camistella pondered. Did a bandit really attack the artist? And did she even exist... a strange Faieant person, to say the least.

– And what did she look like? A bird, you say... I know about mushrooms, but I haven't heard about birds, – the Lunarian exchanged glances with Kimchilla. – Could she be a Scryme by any chance?

Well, what if... no one canceled the basement with Scrymes in the artist's house.