OOC:
Sorry for the length of this, everyone. It just kind of flowed…
As the group moved closer to Easthaven, Zinvaris slowly dropped through the file until he followed at the rear. As they entered the town, space seemed to increase as Nippers almost seemed to be moving through molasses. Zin’s face showed a mask of worry. As the group entered the square, Zin’s gaze seemed to be fixed on someplace to the west his brow drawn down. At Bells suggestion of other things to take care of, Zin says in almost a mumble
Yes… I have something I need to do. Zin left Nippers with the stable hand and then made his way off into the gloom.
A human woman walked holding a basket of spoiled vegetables and stale bread collected from other people’s garbage. Her face was covered in soot and dirt from her arduous tasks. As she made her way to her hovel, she blew a great sigh. Her house was a few weak posts barely holding up a badly bowed roof. The thatch was torn and spotty and the only reason the structure stood at all was due to its lean onto the neighboring house. As the woman approached the doorway of loose cloth, the shadows seemed to coalesce
Maise… The woman gasped, dropping her basket of old food and looked as Zinvaris stared at her with a face of dread. Maise stood frozen, half reaching for her basket as she scrutinized the elf before her.
Ere now… whoer y… Maise went quiet as Zin lifted a hand to cover his lower face, shock, fear and panic washed over her face
…tha …tha… masked one… a look of resignation settled on her face as Maise stood up and set her chin
…ur ere fer me? Zinvaris shook his head as he said in a flat voice
Not in that way… Maise looked at Zin, curiosity and trepidation playing out on her face. Finally, she nodded, stooped to pick up her basket and gathered food and quickly entered the house. Zinvaris followed, dreading what he was about to do.
The house was as ramshackle on the inside as it had been on the outside. Splintered wood tables and chairs that seemed completely coated in moss and algae were scattered about the one room with two piles of blankets in one corner where Zin knew Maise slept with her son Elias. Maise sat in a rickety moss covered chair and motioned to another across the rotting table. At Zin’s hesitation, Maise snorted and said
is the best I’s got… Zin took the chair, gently lowering his weight until sure it would hold him. Maise stared at the wood elf for a long while. Zin returned the stare with his own determined expression. Finally Maise broke the silence,
Mask… they’s been sayin you ne’er put no one to the blade what’s not got it comin. Well, I knows some folks that surein are deservin… If you would, all’s I have is urs… Zin seemed wounded at the statement and didn’t respond. Maise continues,
yisee… Mr Mask… there’s them what killed my man Efrum and left me in this state… Maise gestured to the hovel. Zin slowly shook his head,
Maise… I’m not here for work… At his statement, Maise bristled and drew her wrap tighter around her.
I’s ain’t no lady friend, if that’s your mind… Zin shook his head,
No, Maise… where’s Elias? Maise sniffed as she puffed up with some pride
E’s bin running messages fer… er, he’s a courier… wait’s a minute, how you know me boy? A look of suspicion colored Maise’s face. Zin let the silence hang before pulling out a pouch of gold and placing it on the table. Maise looked at the pouch with hunger in her eyes, an unconscious licking of her lips.
Wats that? That… Maise, is for you and Elias to make a new start. Good Mead has a new speaker. One who looks out for the broken and downtrodden. You could find a place there for you, for Elias… The sparkles of fantasy danced across Maise’s eyes as she thought about what was being offered. Then a cold, shrewd expression rested on the woman’s face as she asked,
Why’d you be doin this Mr. Mask? Zin puffed a sigh before responding,
Because, Maise. I am the one who killed Efrum.
The woman stared at Zin as anger boiled through her features. Suddenly her anger overpowered her fears and Maise lept to her feet lashing out with fists and feet at Zin. Zin let the blows hit until the bereaved woman landed a square hit on his jaw. Reflexively, Zin reached up to catch the woman’s wrists standing and holding her firm,
Why? Why’d you take ma Efrum, Mask she spluttered through sobbing.
He was a monster, Maise He wasn! Ma Efrum was a… He hurt you Maise, he hurt Elias and he stole a lot of money from a lot of people You cant be knowin he hurt… I KNOW Maise… no one fell to my blade without me being sure At that statement, Zin released the woman and she crumpled to the floor sobbing. Zin started to say
Take the money, Maise. Start a new life in Good… Maise swiped the pouch off the table and coins went spilling throughout the detritus of the hovel.
I don’t WANT ur money, Mask. I don’t want ur sympathy. I don’t want nuttin from you… Maise said the words with such hatred, such venom that Zin was taken aback. He stared at her for a long moment with pain in his eyes.
…Please…Elias… Maise fixed the scarred elf with an expression of utter hatred and pointed to the door. Zin turned and passed the fabric door hanging.
In the shadows, he started to run through alleyways making a slow route back to the inn. Tears streaked his face as he felt his heart breaking for the victims of his misguided judgment. He hoped Maise would reconsider… he hoped someday he might feel reconciled to the true horrors he had committed on his dark path.
Mielikki guide me… every dusk is followed by dawn.