comes and goes

like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather

March 15th, 2013

10:00 pm - Head and shoulders above the rest.

[It had been just a single day since their small group -- growing ever so slowly but surely in number thanks to the efforts of their de facto leader -- came upon Kohlingen. The town had been spared demolition and despite the lingering sense of...depression about the place, it retained much of its rustic charm since the Cataclysm. It retained its bar, too. The barkeep also had the sense about him to keep his business open, perhaps influenced by the depression and woes of everyone that came to the town in search of lost family or a new life. Or just a slow means to waste the time with a drink.

Not that Edgar blamed anyone for seeking solace somewhere, but Setzer's state had been too depressing for him to put up with for much longer. Thankfully Celes, of all people, had been the one to talk him back from that proverbial edge. Single-handedly, at that. Edgar would have been impressed if he weren't so busy looking over each shoulder.

Relax, Big Brother. Those thieves won't find you.

Says you, Sabin. We're not that far from Dragons Neck. And remember: I've spent the better part of a year with them. I know them. They're as vindictive as they are dumb. If they were to find out Gerad actually lived and was not really who he said he was...

So then why not get rid of Gerad completely?

Get rid of Gerad completely.

Sabin might not have intended it (he may have very well been joking), but the words struck something within Edgar. Something enough to get him to crawl out of their cramped inn room that evening, to make use of one of the wash basins outside.

What a sight it must have been for anyone who dared to look, to see one Edgar Roni Figaro, doubled over and dumping buckets of water over his head in a futile effort to remove the stubborn dye from his blond hair.]

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