Foolisch Merchant Company had a lot to offer from the basic look around. From some history, underground, and mining, it had its customers. It had one problem though.; its owner was an insensible old freak who had seen enough of this Province that he no longer cared for its denizens, let alone armies or others.
It wasn't about arrogance. Even Overlords wouldn't change his mind, or give him some improper look. He didn't care about any God, power, or politics. His interest lay in the ground, and the ground was big and sacred, unwilling and deep enough to hinder his fate.
Why would anyone mind this, when his use was just in the earth, left out, or overlooked because of his age, or omitted benefits? Was it something nice and good to feel like a bag tossed to rot? To waste time, half dug into the ground, caring for its history, secrets, mines, and Scorching Light itself? Foolisch loved that sort of thing, young or old.
Foolisch was old, yet not stupid. Old demons who were able to survive to pass as elderly were fine to respect and watch with some hesitation because one could never know their age, history, or words. Their minds might be fickle. Murai followed that ideal out of no spite or respect, but simply because it made sense to not care about something like age. Talents were going onward like stars exploding to pitiful ends. What was a decade, or a century in the grand scheme of universe than a blink?
Unfortunately, it wasn't fair for the living, whose entire souls and flow in space were sparse and crazy, yet like dust. But this dust was clever, and willing to become rocks or immense gems. That was how Epochs changed, and people and life fought against the unstable cryptic stagnancy of the Void.
It was natural that experience came with age. Even a child might understand it. Foolisch was aware of how far some things could go. This group before him was interesting, so he hummed, touched his brows, and gazed at Lisa who was slightly below his line of vision, looking up at him.
“Fairy, huh?” he reckoned, hands folded and fingers scratching his clothes. “Seen them in many ways, yet never like this. It is an interesting way of sona. Is it fake?”
“Am not a Fairy.” Lisa retorted.
“I didn't ask that. I am not foolish.”
“What then?”
“Are you going to hunt my dreams or gnaw at my soul when I am not looking?” he asked, smiling, and knowing that he was boss in this room.
He wasn't strong, however; he was just mildly confident for no reason whatsoever. He could die here, feeling ghostly legend with his flesh, take some dreadful curses, or a simple toss of a knife to his head would do a much better job. Perhaps no one would notice his death, look for him, or find something lacking.
Knowing the information about the Hellscape was one part of various interests that he paid attention to for centuries. He paid a hefty price from age, power, and reputation to get and know what he wanted.
What was before him was interesting, but he wouldn't expect someone like them to seek him out. Mining? Knowledge? What sort of business could he even give to a group of Hunted or a Blessed who was like a little abhorrent problem that Foolisch was unable to cope with? Frankly, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to watch it either.
“Fine. Fine. You group up to bully this old demon, so let's be frank. In what way does this group make sense? Do you look for portals or mining? Scorching Light has many hidden portals and mines for sure, known in passing or records. Lost Brothers must know a way to get them without looking for anyone. So. The reason you are looking for me must be quite something. From the looks of it, of course. You should look for a portal if I am not foolish.”
“What makes you say we should focus on our portal? Is it safe?” Lisa tried him.
“Experience, ghost,” Foolisch grinned. “And the fact that Ip'ur Mountain has its most historical definitions and readings of the underground as great mining. Not alone, we are. Mappers and miners are all relying on these businesses, you see. Knowledge is power and going around here or down is one part of a disaster when one knows nothing.”
“Say something new.” Itrosh hissed aside, standing behind Lisa.
“You too,” Foolisch said. “My prices might be high, just so you know. If you seek us out while taking Lost Brothers as a whole, then you have no clue what you are doing, have something else in mind, or you are joking and want something you should never take into your mouth! I stopped caring ages ago! My Lady...”
“Old demons,” Lisa said, shaking her head, “should know what is good for them and not go out of their heads like rabid dogs. You don't know us.”
“So you are gonna hunt me? Tell me something else or go away!”
Thinly, Foolisch was hearing some light tapping sounds as if someone was trying to jump at the table but failed again and again.
Lisa was perplexed by dealing with this demon. She thought she would meet someone else, or... well, there was something that she must have overlooked. In one way, she needed knowledge. On the other, she hated dealing with those who didn't take her seriously as her ghostly form. She was no Fairy. She knew it, which was why none respect her.
If she was a Fairy, perhaps things would be vastly different from everything else.
But others seemed to see Fairy in her anyway, yet acted unlike her experience. Perhaps only true minds saw her right, and those might be great members of societies and no fools. Foolisch was certainly interested in her in no small capacity. It was notable by a glint in his eyes, posture of his hands and head, and vigilance.
“Business is for ghosts too, right?” Lisa asked.
“Sure as far as souls get that idea. Could they? What about money? Is there something like that in Afterlife? I have a collection of maps of pretty much any mine in the Ip'ur Mountain, which is your interest, I believe. Have many others, though I am certain you aren't going somewhere else. Those I've are parts of private and public paths. Some are illegal, so to speak, but once dug out, a path is hard to evaporate. Well, my drawing goes out of the picture if you want new paths. If that's the case, take maps from others and combine them. I can't go through everything new. Have a single pair of old legs and arms, you see. An old and some news or good workers are hard to come by.”
It wasn't a joke. If someone wanted to map every old and new mining shaft as quickly as possible, it would need a whole company of scholars, miners, and engineers working so that every path wouldn't mess with anything old, new, or future. There was also an issue of companies, where everyone was looking for some wealth or benefits.
Greed wasn't luxury. It was common, so there might be fake news, backstabbing, or terrible consequences when one worked with unfilial bastards. Because of that, there were many instances where mines would become unusable, destroyed, or confidential.
What went behind the scenes was definitely within Lisa's expectations, or Foolisch's awareness. Yet he didn't know what sort of thing this group wanted. Everyone looked after the old veins of Ultra Materium, and any new one was a big good, yet not that great because of the way Ultra Materium functioned.
There was an excess of it; mining was slower than discovering those veins, followed by price and value itself. It wasn't the most important point for mining. There was business, buying power, and supply and demand that Levandis worked with as sole possessor of this great material.
There weren't many additional materials around besides Mana Essences. Some ore veins might be in some depths, originating from some treasures, aftereffects of Materium, or they were enough distance away from Materium.
Still, with massive invaluable veins that were incredibly hard to mine, most attention went into them, rather than into what little might be around and hiding in the earth. Since Materium was that hard, the rate of their mining and discoveries weren't equal. There were too many of those veins. They extended for kilometers, scattering across the whole Scorching Light's underground. Some places were full of it, others without it, so they had some regular normal materials.
They weren't everything, of course.
Many old ruins and Dungeons were hiding in many unkempt corners because of the old Sun God Temple. They depict old commodities with vast shafts, caves, pillars, and towers, usually in pieces, long devoid of proper protection, or interest of Sky Gods who liked to touch ancient sites to remodel them to their ideals. Ancient history created great merits. Levandis knew them, yet the history was much vaster than Gods themselves.
Though rare, many miners took those ancient sights with reverence and luck. They were beyond rare, so any newly anointed ruins and proper Dungeon were worth a fortune no matter their grade or difficulty. Barren and broken-down locations were less exciting, albeit as rare as something working.
“So, what's up with you all?” Foolisch was getting irritated by their lack of words. He was speaking honestly and wasn't exaggerating. If they wanted business, he was like an open book. Expensive and insensible, but open. He had no ulterior motives if their motive was acceptable. That was the sort of business Foolisch liked. He was good at it as far as Lisa moved and shifted her sona.
This angered Lisa in multiple weird ways and changed her mind. “Are you worth it?”
“Have a book about Fairies. Wanna look? You are similar, but I think I know the truth. Some book might create a greater look or base, eh?” Foolisch laughed when he thought about her and offered her something great.
“I am still not a fairy!” Lisa barked at him.
“You aren't?” Itrosh asked. Murai wondered if she was joking or not after he gave up on his jumping. Itrosh traveled with them for days, so Murai wondered if this was her first time wondering about Lisa's origin, body, or way she looked.
Lisa refused Foolisch's idea and Itrosh. Yet, someone else did not. Hearing that offer of a book, Murai was curious about those Fairies. Most beings who noticed Lisa in some capacity mentioned that race in some way or another. Were they related, or was her race something else? Fairies were an old race originating from spiritual and ancient bloodline races who were close to Fate and Afterlife, bearing fruits of Chaos and Order into the Epochs.
Some might call them spirits; others demons.
Lisa might be worse than any of them as far as Murai was thinking about her.
“You are an old fool, yet so petty. Fine.” Lisa glanced at Itrosh, gesturing her to do what she told her before they entered.
Frowning, Itrosh saw no Fairy in Lisa no matter how she looked at her, but in some words, she was close to one when she looked at her deeper or took her voice to heart. Unfortunately, she wasn't that great at feeling things. Itrosh heard stories about Fairies since young and revered them as interesting yet far-away beings. They described beings in various dreamy substances and appearances, looking perfect in many ways, yet hideous underneath the perfection. They were beasts, demons, hopes, and threading beings within the lines of people and demons.
Fairies were savage beings of unknown and known lands, touching the spirituality of souls and places that one shouldn't visit. They were essentially nightmares under the lands of Hells, and many young demons took them for something worse than themselves.
When met with one, it was better to flee and not sleep, or... consider the life or End itself.
Of course, if there was anything that described something, Lisa didn't have their personalities, body, voice, feeling, aura, and voice.
She just preferred her perfection, felt her past, and her current race did the rest. Even if she ended up like a squirrel or some bird, it wouldn't change her voice or mind. Few would blame her for taking advantage of her race when one could essentially shape their entire body like moldable clay.
Looking through her pockets, Itrosh placed a small pouch on the table, right in front of glaring and curious Foolisch. It was just a sack. Unworthy of any Space or Void. It had no special properties either unless one viewed its handful of internal storage for something old-school and nice.
It was just a piece of leather with a fabric thread knitted at the end, securing its content tightly. From that look alone, it almost looked like any spatial pouch, apart from moving it, which created a clatter of coins. It was a gentle crisp sound as if they were made of crystals or soft metal. It was also a sound that any business liked, yet what was money and worth for those that weren't seeing it?
David mentioned that working with Foolisch might be problematic, weird, and difficult. Back then when she dealt with David's plans, Lisa snorted, not thinking too much about his words. A fool was a fool, and he knew a lot about the Scorching Light and Ip'ur Mountain.
Could this sound and pouch work in this place? Against this fool of a demon who probably was filthy rich to not care about the consequences of his words, yet never become something greater? It touched on something sensitive for sure. What coins or something metallic was worth to someone who saw riches of this Gate in all faces and manners?
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It didn't matter.
Yet when one had wealth, more wealth would never hurt them.
Lisa understood that fact and didn't care much about its consequences. Murai didn't either. Wealth was for those comfortable, powerful, or busy. They worked with enough sincerity and reputation. She never judged Murai's character. She judged his act and whole soul instead.
What were valuable items worth it if one would never spend them?
Foolisch tried to touch the pouch, but Lisa grabbed it before his touch, clicking her mouth as if bells chimed, and tossed the pouch up and down.
“Sincerity,” she said, flying up and closer.
“is virtue in businesses, right?” Foolisch said, proceeding with his ideal of how businesses kept happening in this place and under his touch. Since she came to this conclusion, he might take any bait and wonder out of his mouth.
Ip'ur Mountain held the oldest mines in Scorching Light. There were numerous mining shafts here, working under many companies that held their respective mining teams, and its value as a whole was enormous.
One could come and mine as long as one had a permit to go inside through numerous, albeit limited openings. Each entrance was private, screened by the military, and business strategies containing worth of Ultra Materium. It worked because of Levandis herself.
Miners didn't have what it takes to piss off a Goddess or her great subjects. As for what miners or companies did underground, it didn't matter too much. Mines were dangerous, and unstable in many ways because of Materium, and they branched out into thousands of other shafts, going for kilometers deep.
There was almost no order in shafts since many millennia went into their creation. No one would expect it. Mining wasn't an art. It was a literary destructive act to gain wealth with power and establish more wealth to get more of it.
But if anything was good and working, these were primary shafts, various massive infrastructures, and rules. Underground was like a battlefield, a separate lawless zone where many things went unnoticed.
There was pride in being a miner, as long as one had the whole team behind them, or a company, that showed some support, aid, or workforce. The military also had some private or public interest in most mines, but these were few and far in-between.
Ultra Materium drove Ip'ur City's economy, worth, business, and booming relations, followed by companies and traditional mining resources. Those didn't include Mana Essences as something great. In fact, many didn't take the blissful mysterious way of artificial essence gathering as critical. Most took what was in the earth as more meaningful. For some reason, they never found it lacking.
Foolisch used to have his mining teams, thanks to his years of experience and personal interests. As a company owner of a smaller degree, his position was adequate to be arrogant, but not enough to be lofty. David knew him very well, so seeking some worth from this old demon was all he could muster and offer. As for who he knew, that was up to Lisa to get.
It wasn't always a good thing to be too forceful.
“What can we have here, or do?” Foolisch asked Lisa. “You really want to know something. What? I might be silent and glaring. No need to worry if it means something good to me, or bad to everyone. Companies get it. You are dangerous. I am not. Am old. Retired. The military won't touch me. Are those Ultra Gems within this pouch? Has that old fool David decided to retire and go out of this place with that devil?”
“Why would that matter to any of us? We talk business, no?” Lisa said coldly, catching the pouch in her denser and glowing hands. By now she was half of his size and quite eye-catching and beautiful. Something like hair was flowing from her head, bathing her in a much more delightful appearance.
It didn't give Foolisch anything other than awe in hand and some hesitation. He was calculating and wondered what else could this ghost do. He figured this was no Fairy. So what was truly before him, or who? Ghosts had many potential answers, and the universe was wild. Gods validated that point, and Foolisch saw and felt them in his old life. Lisa might be closer to some wonderful thing than anything he might say out loud.
He wouldn't dare, for this group and timing wasn't as great. From the world, Mindarch, Levandis, and occurrences coming between many sides, Foolisch put some things together and linked some truth. Then, he began to fear Lisa for real.
He heard rumors, and even if this place was detached, information either got lost, limited or turned to rumors by word of mouth, his old life wasn't fake. The best way to find clarity was through direct connections to the owner or the military. If one was gaudy, creating some ties to Overlords, Extremes, and companies was the second-best option.
And since this Gate was up in arms, deals of data ceased to exist days ago. Foolisch got to know enough to see this group with ease. They wouldn't kill, he thought. Some might; she wouldn't dare.
Though, there was always a possibility of being a shameless bastard, who wouldn't hesitate to sell others out. Here? Against a Challengers from the Surface and Hunted? Before him was a fortune of almost half a million points.
It could be worth hunting them, but could he afford it? Perhaps he could back-stab them later after hearing them out, yet was it even worth it, or possible? There might be no point in it, and Lisa might know it.
It should be stupid to even go into this city and acting stupid was even beyond that. It was absurd.
Lisa read him without any touch. She saw enough of aged fools to trust, use, and get them through sight, smell, and words alone. It was always like this in this world. In a place where the strong ate the weak unlucky bastards, there was always a fine place for trust, talks, and betrayals.
Even Helpers were the same.
Unless the dangers or truths seem weaker than the potential benefits, one should never be sure about a Helper, friend, or even family.
Foolisch folded his arms back before his chest, frowning. “Again. I suppose this Sector is your ending location. Portal is what you seek, am I right? I have them all right beside me or my head, but if you don't know that, I am not Foolisch. I could get anyone to any of them.” Foolisch ended his streak of smiling and appeared much more serious. It was the face of a businessman who overcame fearful reminders.
“You think I would give our destination to you? Of all things, that matters to us, not you.” Lisa retorted.
“I fear that is true, which points to why come here? Merely knowing this Sector is enough to send Hunters to your side, yet it sounds fake and odd. Words spread. Hunters will come.”
“That's right!” Lisa shouted, skipping ahead and forgetting some useless words. With the conversation that went nowhere, she tossed the pouch down.
Waste... She wasted another time. More precious time.
“Well, if you want this, that is easy. Which direction do you look for? If you won't tell me details, giving up this business or trade is easier,” Foolisch grimaced, trying to come up with some plan to get this trade going in his favor.
But no matter how he tried to think, there was nothing right in his favor.
As he thought of some crafty plot, an unlikely figure jumped to the table after leaps of success, standing in triumph and snorting noises. Murai took deep breaths, angry at his attempt to jump at the table. Wearing his hoodie zipped and hood around his head, his soft feathers hid under light brown fabric. He looked at Foolisch with murderous eyes, thin round white lights glinted under the hood.
A gaze and presence of an Anatidae was on the table, unhappily tapping the table with its feet, and looking ahead. Lisa hoped he wouldn't make his move, but if he already did, why not use him? He could be persuasive from his small size similar to her race, yet he might be much better because Anatidaes had an actual great history in these lands.
It worked. Foolisch cluttered his teeth, took a deep breath as he winced, and clutched his arms. Fear was nowhere to be seen he had some respect and dread instead, making him seem innocent, and hesitant to take this little beast for a simple animal.
“I swear I put a no pets sign before the entrance.” he stuttered an excuse.
“Bagus is waiting outside. Be glad for it.” Lisa added, giving him an evil smile.
Murai walked to the front, looking at Foolisch. “Care for being a translator?” He asked Lisa in crisp and loud quacks.
“No need,” Lisa said out loud. “I think your presence is good enough on its own, so let's get down on it. Foolisch, business, and sincerity may be a virtue, but do you think authority is anything lesser or improper? We have some ideas to do first. Mind hearing something that never occurred, or better yet, should've never happened?”
Her words broke this old demon down. Even though he had all the means necessary to get out of this alive and well, he still cherished his shop, health, and time. He wouldn't gain much out of betraying his business anyway, or touch this party. If anything, he had no inclinations to think about David badly. There was less knowledge about what he was doing in this Hunt with Ultium, and he hadn't come to this city.
Still, Bagus was enough. Then, there was Lisa and Murai who were the primary reasons for this madness. Foolisch might be retired and still well off in his blissful purposes, though his forces and connections consisted of those close to Level 70. Not more, for there were not enough benefits. Beasts and demons, or even devils were once employed under his company in large qualities and numbers. Now, there were just scraps that wanted something out of him, or they respected him for who he once was.
He carefully cultivated his resources and knowledge throughout the centuries, unwilling to lose anything or take his words out. It was about secrets that he held, and many considered generational mining engineers and delvers as better than entire companies.
Team, miners, and reputation were precious resources in this place. Losing them meant a big hit, so when Foolisch considered this team that was before him, he bent the knee.
“I doubt you would let me pledge, but if you fear my betrayal, I see my chances slipping. You could kill me too, silence me after getting to know what you want.”
“We would never do such a thing,” Itrosh said, playing with knives, one hanging too closely to her cheek and mouth.
“Figured. What do I have besides some ancient history, mining records, knowledge about this desert, and pretty much anything else? You come for something. Is it portal-related? What else? David is a shrewd old man. I get why you seek me. I do, but what is there for me?”
“Doubts,” Lisa said.
“A portal, is that so? Mining can be boring and simple, yet would someone like you do it with rules in place?” Foolisch didn't believe it.
“What if we didn't regard portals as crucial? What else does this place have to offer?”
“Mining? Did you come here to mine and dance before the hunters because of this place? How? You must know that this is a terrible idea. If you go down, mine, all items are confiscated until they sell and you would get your cut. You are outsiders! Hunted too.”
Lisa understood that her quick idea seemed poorly thought out, but she immediately came up with a follow-up.
“Itrosh and Bagus are also Hunters in their own right. Frankly, I took an interest in Ultra Materium. He... too.” Lisa pointed down at Murai, who looked like a thug duck that was a step too close to a murder. Even with his working veilling, he still had some aura about him that would shudder weakling, or put something to experienced folks who had experienced them or knew them very well.
“Of all things when you are Hunted, you want to go down to a place that can be your doom. Are you stupid, or am I?”
“Is it your problem?” Itrosh hissed. “I so love those Ultra Gems. They go so well to my skin. Mind you, we can buy some here, they are a resource that is hard to come by above Smuggle some to the Surface is possible, with price becoming a criminal.”
Foolisch took a deep breath and nodded. “Apart from the fact that you are bad news. It is about outsiders and Surface Challengers who can smuggle. Do you plan to run away? What a joke. That sounds like a great piece of news that someone would like to know. But... you have some things to do, and mining... is... what?” He didn't understand what this group was even testing.
If he was in their place, he wouldn't look for mining at all. Smuggling Ultra Gems was possible, yet was it worth the pain and so much effort? Levandis was very adamant when it came to Materium and such acts, and anyone who would come later for more would die a horrible End.
Alas, Lisa thought of it as a necessary act, even if Bagus and Itrosh were in the picture. They didn't want to leave Hellscape. David and Ultium did, while Foolisch misinterpreted everything.
“Feel free to check the bag,” Lisa waved her hand at the pouch that was right beside Murai.
Foolisch glanced at it, afraid to get his hand close because of Murai's proximity. He swore he saw a smirk on Murai's face, and his beak was close, going from the hood where were two eyes looking at him. Murai quacked once and stepped aside, making more space for the pouch.
Foolisch went for the pouch and quickly like a lighting, retrieved his hand the moment a beak snapped at nothing. Murai laughed at him, thinking that this old demon was funny. He swore he would like that book about Fairies, so he began to look around if it was close.
Of course, he let Foolisch have his little pouch and check its content. Inside were dozens of thumb-sized Gems of light. Those were some nice Ultra Gems worth a couple of High-Grade 6 essences. Depending on their use, they could be worth more if one went to the black market or some suitable buyers.
Levandis might be a Ruler of this Hell, but she wasn't the sole God in these lands. She had to have others below her if she wanted her Hell to remain in one place, secure, and protected by layers of complex powers. Managing people and countless chaotic races was an endless endeavor. Like in the Divine Spheres, where many Gods resided, Hells were similar in some ways, yet deeper and much more complex than a literal small planet.
Foolisch could work with some of her opposition. Her ideas about these Gems were hers. No one would deny that, though jealousy and greed were quite pivotal to see in many Gods and beings.
“Where have you found these?” Foolisch asked. This worth moved to a single Low-Grade 5 essence in value. A pair of Gems even held some thin Laws within, so perhaps it was more valuable.
“David gives his regards,” Itrosh said. “He cares about us, you see. Not you, but he gave us your location to get some help. That's all. Is this payment not enough? As our ghost says, there is something good ahead in our mutual cooperation.”
Foolisch cleared his throat and let the pouch down. He would normally store it away or give a buyer and himself some slack. Unfortunately, this wasn't that sort of trade, let alone time to be lofty.
“You are looking for mining news or some secret places, right? Is it related to the getting rid of Hunters, or the Encounter? Sorry, but taking some ruins or old Dungeons isn't good. You would be pausing the inevitable. It sounds wrong where time is tight in most corners. You would die or have no place to go.”
“Did we stutter or ask for your opinion about our survival? Why do you even care?” Itrosh asked a good question and continued playing with her knives.
“What is it then?”
“Maps,” Lisa said. “Your history too, perhaps. Old, or new, it doesn't matter what is bad or not. Gems are enough for a payment, silent treatment, and some words. I reckon you should be happy to get us down and work it out among ourselves.”
“Hm. Fine. Are you looking for something specific?” Foolisch decided to play by their rules. If they wanted to die there, hunted without means of escaping unless going up while giving up, they would dig their own grave either way.
“This one,” Lisa pointed back to Murai, “is interested in Ip'ur Mountain and underground. Anatidaes are curious creatures, Foolisch. This place is old, vivid, and great. A good visit, I reckon. Deep, dark, and vast, are simple words to describe it. You are also old, masterful in its history.”
Lisa was quite open with her praise, which Foolisch took with a light chuckle and little pride. “Hail the Hells then, but cheers of Fairies are deadly. Fine. It is an acceptable proposition. As for the topic of Ip'ur Mountain, it is nothing easy, yet it is up to my history. No one besides my old master, who perished in some old Divine War, knows the underground as well as me.”
Murai was half interested in this world. Lisa essentially used his position and aura as a weapon and nothing else. Foolisch didn't realize he was played like a kid.
“Many others are similar,” Itrosh argued.
Foolisch noted as if she smacked his head. “You don't know much, little tigress,”
“Prove it then,”
“You think I don't know everything, do you? That is wrong. Of course, you wouldn't appear before me without thinking this through. Am I wrong? David sent you, yet to where or why? To death? Mining is foolish. I like foolishness, but not suicide” Foolisch slammed the table with his fist, glancing at Lisa with a firm gaze. He retracted his hand after hearing Murai's steps.
Foolisch wasn't afraid, yet amidst the resolution and his worth, a bit of his voice escaped. After all, according to the reports, his understanding, and common knowledge, it wasn't good to stick his hands where they didn't belong. Anatidaes also brought bad lack and pain, though many took it for a superstition.
Foolisch heard everything, saw those bounties, heard Mindarch and Levandis, and took most rumors about Razmund, Ozeki, and this group for entertainment. Now, with everything turning the world ablaze, he met one side he didn't think would come knocking on his table.
Hunting was a dangerous subject, yet the final course was more extensive than this. All denizens could get hold of massive wealth, as this was an open invitation right now because the balance was already broken.
Knowing Itrosh and Bagus, he knew this ghost was worth some consideration, and upon deeper thought, even some fear. That went further with that duck on his table, looking at him, or his goods. They were supposed to be weak. Where? How? They didn't feel like that; perhaps nobody weaker would create such a mayhem. Foolisch was old and forgot the world and how some things existed.
What he should do, or not? After watching these sudden and shocking visitors, his old blood began to boil, but his mind prevailed in its paramount sentiments.