I absolutely love all the badges, they look fantastic. Also, this is getting exciting now! :D
As the gondola drifted quietly through the narrow canals of an unremarkable and rather dingy area of Levitos, Mimir gazed around at the cramped buildings that rose up around them and the cluttered alleyways between. It was much darker here than on the wider canals, the buildings blocking out the sunlight, but on the other hand the canals were much quieter and it was a welcome change from the bustle of the more metropolitan areas.
Still, Mimir was glad that he had a gondolier with him: he wasn't sure he would want to be caught in this area completely alone, with no allies to back him up, or at least run or call for help. He was also glad that he had chosen the green Nature Spiral to guide him through the city: unlike some of her fellow gondoliers, she looked as if she was more than capable of handling herself if it came to a fight, and that might dissuade any would-be marauders from picking on their gondola.
As they approached one of the bridges, a cloaked figure detached itself from the gloom between the buildings and strode to the apex of the bridge. Though their face was completely hidden in shadow, their figure swathed completely in folds of cloth, Mimir could feel their gaze on him.
They reached a gloved hand inside their cloak and drew out a glowing flask, reaching over the balustrade.
For a moment, Mimir thought they might be about to drop the flask - with who knew what consequences for himself and his gondolier - but then he realised that they were simply holding it out within his reach.
"I believe you will be needing this ..." the figure said. It was impossible to say whether the voice belonged to someone male or female.
Mimir glanced at his gondolier, who looked somewhat perturbed by the figure and this strange turn that the tour had taken. She kept the gondola moving steadily along the canal, not pausing as they reached the bridge to give him more time to decide.
With no time to think about his choice, Mimir made a snap decision. He rose to his feet - having no trouble balancing in the gondola thanks to his years aboard boats and ships of all kinds - and reached up to pluck the flask from the figure's grasp. He had never been one to refuse a freely-given gift, in any case.
As the gondola drifted quietly through the narrow canals of an unremarkable and rather dingy area of Levitos, Mimir gazed around at the cramped buildings that rose up around them and the cluttered alleyways between. It was much darker here than on the wider canals, the buildings blocking out the sunlight, but on the other hand the canals were much quieter and it was a welcome change from the bustle of the more metropolitan areas.
Still, Mimir was glad that he had a gondolier with him: he wasn't sure he would want to be caught in this area completely alone, with no allies to back him up, or at least run or call for help. He was also glad that he had chosen the green Nature Spiral to guide him through the city: unlike some of her fellow gondoliers, she looked as if she was more than capable of handling herself if it came to a fight, and that might dissuade any would-be marauders from picking on their gondola.
As they approached one of the bridges, a cloaked figure detached itself from the gloom between the buildings and strode to the apex of the bridge. Though their face was completely hidden in shadow, their figure swathed completely in folds of cloth, Mimir could feel their gaze on him.
They reached a gloved hand inside their cloak and drew out a glowing flask, reaching over the balustrade.
For a moment, Mimir thought they might be about to drop the flask - with who knew what consequences for himself and his gondolier - but then he realised that they were simply holding it out within his reach.
"I believe you will be needing this ..." the figure said. It was impossible to say whether the voice belonged to someone male or female.
Mimir glanced at his gondolier, who looked somewhat perturbed by the figure and this strange turn that the tour had taken. She kept the gondola moving steadily along the canal, not pausing as they reached the bridge to give him more time to decide.
With no time to think about his choice, Mimir made a snap decision. He rose to his feet - having no trouble balancing in the gondola thanks to his years aboard boats and ships of all kinds - and reached up to pluck the flask from the figure's grasp. He had never been one to refuse a freely-given gift, in any case.