The innkeeper sat at his desk, counting his money. The rumors of imminent war were making him rich. Even though no one openly spoke about it, not believing war would ever reach this village, they nonetheless felt the edge of uncertainty. An edge which made them seek out companionship; and what better place to do that than a local inn, where conversations about how “there wasn't going to be a war, and even if there was, it would never reach our village” could be had over food and drink.
He continued thinking this when suddenly he noticed his eyes grow a heavy. “Odd,” he muttered to himself, “It's mid-day isn't it? Why am I... so... tired...” Before he could say anything more, he slumped over on his desk, deep in sleep. And it wasn't just him. The few patrons who had arrived early also had slumped over on their tables and were sound asleep.
“This is a fairly small village,” Seth commented, “So I don't expect it will be busy this time of year.”
“I understand that,” replied Hekate, “But nonetheless it seems far too quiet.”
“You might be right,” agreed Seth, “Let's move cautiously.”
Following this advice, Seth and Hekate moved quietly into town, and were greeted with the sight of men, woman, and children slumped over on counters, desks, and even some lying on the ground.
“Are they dead?!” exclaimed Hekate.
Seth paled considerably; Tenzoku do not speak of death if possible. In fact, they rarely even speak of the dead. However, his color returned when he noticed that despite their positions, the villagers were still breathing.
“They're asleep,” he said, though his tone of voice gave away that he was trying to reassure himself of this as well.
“But why are they sleeping out here?” asked Hekate, “Is this some sort of Tenzoku tradition?”
“None that I know of,” replied Seth.
“Then why?” Hekate repeated.
“Can't you figure that out?” "He appears in the Form of a Man with many Countenances; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one."
He continued thinking this when suddenly he noticed his eyes grow a heavy. “Odd,” he muttered to himself, “It's mid-day isn't it? Why am I... so... tired...” Before he could say anything more, he slumped over on his desk, deep in sleep. And it wasn't just him. The few patrons who had arrived early also had slumped over on their tables and were sound asleep.
“This is a fairly small village,” Seth commented, “So I don't expect it will be busy this time of year.”
“I understand that,” replied Hekate, “But nonetheless it seems far too quiet.”
“You might be right,” agreed Seth, “Let's move cautiously.”
Following this advice, Seth and Hekate moved quietly into town, and were greeted with the sight of men, woman, and children slumped over on counters, desks, and even some lying on the ground.
“Are they dead?!” exclaimed Hekate.
Seth paled considerably; Tenzoku do not speak of death if possible. In fact, they rarely even speak of the dead. However, his color returned when he noticed that despite their positions, the villagers were still breathing.
“They're asleep,” he said, though his tone of voice gave away that he was trying to reassure himself of this as well.
“But why are they sleeping out here?” asked Hekate, “Is this some sort of Tenzoku tradition?”
“None that I know of,” replied Seth.
“Then why?” Hekate repeated.
“Can't you figure that out?” "He appears in the Form of a Man with many Countenances; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one."
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