Terror Restrained

Not seeing any alternative, Andrea got into the carriage. After all, it was better than whatever that was on the plains. Back in the corner of her mind, a place untouched by the cymbal sound screamed that madness awaits, but when Nekarb opened the carriage door, she entered.

Sitting across from Andrea was what appears to be a middle aged man. He was handsome, with a neatly trimmed beard and tan skin. He was wearing an all white robe, with a ring on his finger shaped like a bulbous spider. "Hello, Andrea," he said, his voice soothing. "I am so very glad you are ok."

Andrea felt her heart rate increasing, though she could see no danger. The man was friendly, his presence comforting. He reached out a hand and gently patted her knee, the touch at once calming and terrifying. It was like she was at war in her own mind. What was that ripple under his skin? What was that smell, like sweet death and orchards? "I will bring you to my home, and get you some food and tea. Does that sound good, Andrea from Allaria?"

Andrea felt herself nodding, but her spine was ice. His eyes. The blackness in his eyes was a swirling vortex of horror, and yet she could but nod. The carriage started moving, and she felt herself growing sleepy.

"Rest now," he said, "for you are under the protection of Arteth Sugrani." He smiled widely, showing altogether too many teeth, as she fell helplessly asleep.

1. When Andrea awakes, she is in a soft bed. On a table by the bed is a tray with food and tea.
2. A meeting of carriages. Another has sensed the presence of a Lost one.
3. The shimmering being on the plains watches the carriage leave, and chooses to follow.

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