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Most had been information that could have been found in the right books. It had felt a bit personal though, perhaps because it was thoughts and memories being shared. That early life wasn't a series of information recorded in books to the best of historian scholars attempts. In any case the person met the early morning light after the end of his shift, plants outside still being moist and fresh with dew. The young looking old man fully expected William to awaken soon, so headed towards one of the many merchants he was quite familiar with. It was typical, hungry or not, for a friendly greeting to happen before either was close enough to talk. This was when the morning stopped feeling like just another day. When waving a slightly worn out feeling ice blue hand, the mixed blood has expected a wave or nod in return. Neither of those happened. Was there anything going on? As the West Fiore Trading Company member grew closer, another red flag was spotted. That merchants brother was there? At this time that person was typically working to ready their tavern, a place that certainly wasn't close enough to make this normal.
A third red flag was seen when he was almost in talking distance, the grim look on both brothers faces, one looking in his direction and the other looking downward. The unfolding of multiple signs as the gap between them slowly shortened had started nervousness to build. The man could feel his stomach give twisting and dropping sensations from the emotions. The first thing that was spoken upon arrival was apologies and offers of food brought from the brothers tavern, supposed leftovers from the day before. He could tell those weren't scraps, it was food purposely made this very morning. Fresh food cooked professionally and carried over carefully enough for it to not look like a total mess? He knew the signs of bad news coming. While not one who had the most intimate details in the world, he knew more than any stranger. A family friend that had kept semi in touch for enough generations for it to seem unlikely for that family to recall a time that the seemingly ageless man hadn't been friends with them. This is why they were being so careful, why both were trying to make something easier to bear hearing.
The entire process of even walking over had felt nerve wrecking enough that everything else seemed to fade at that point. Someone could have seen or heard the entire thing and he wouldn't have took notice. It was strange for someone who had lived so long on a strong amount of paranoia that had been gained through thousands of years of hiding from a group. The news wasn't spoken, it didn't need to be. A box was opened, something flat being inside. A small patch of scaled skin that looked from something quite big. The alarming detail came from the glowing crest on it. They didn't need to tell him how they happened to find out about this, neither brother were involved in the black market that he knew of. The tavern owner though? Had an inn above and some people had very loose lips around the bartenders. Not everyone who visited that tavern were squeaky clean, it made taking certain illegal items easier. It was a risk taken not for themselves, for getting caught could have caused the criminals to become violent. This was taken for his sake, for the glowing white snowflake was the same one on his own hide.
The symbol in the middle looked similar to a gladius sword, it was his great aunts crest. Omaras fell to his knees, fingers pressing against the wood of the docks, their talons hovering over. The box was obviously closed before he could finish falling, that wasn't the sword of item one would risk flashing around. There was an attempt to comfort him, a pat on the shoulder. This was likely a bit awkward for the two, a person whom neither had even seen in an upset mood now moved to his knees. The tears were not welcomed, but arrived regardless. This wasn't something he had expected. He wanted to know how grave robbers found the place, but knew neither would know that answer. The pain she had caused him, that family member, he still loved her dearly. As hurt and upset as she had made him in life. He didn't want to go there, but now there really wasn't any choice. Trying to pull himself together was hard, all of this was so emotional. What was he to do? What should he... "I... I need to go stop them." Blinded by tears, still not standing, a deep but silky smooth voice still spoke from the full ice blue lips in an almost defeated sounding tone.
A new dark thought arrived. "...I have no idea how many people will be there, or the danger. The longer I wait, the worse the situation will get, but blindly rushing in alone could get me killed."