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Who: Grell Sutcliffe

mountain_sage
What: Visiting the supposed 'invalid'
When: Day after this
Where: Community Building #6, Floor 5, Flat #23
Summary: Saleh comes to pay a visit and Grell continues to play the victim.
Rating: G

[Up in Flat 23, the last door of the group of rooms is open. After being returned from a mallynap and brought back to the room by Smoker, Grell has been doing not much more than sleeping. Glorious, glorious sleep. There is little else the death god can do without blowing the story of a sprained ankle, and so Grell is lounging back in bed, dead to the world.

Saleh promised he would come today, but after a month of no sleep, Grell just can't wake up on time. Hopefully, the visitor doesn't mind to wake up the sleeping princess?]

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[Saleh glances at the chair. Does Grell want him to sit?]

I am glad. The Malnosso...what have they done to you? Do you remember?

[Yes, please.]

I remember.

[The smile melts from Grell's face and turns into a bit of a sneer.]

I remember all too well.

[The sneer lets him know that Grell isn't too interested in talking about the experience.]

I'm sorry...it is not my place.

[He graciously sits down in the indicated chair.]

No, it is just the memory is still fresh. [And Grell will never make up all that lost sleep.]

They did the same as they did last time. I suppose they're testing me.

They're testing all of us, be it by kidnapping individuals, or by these village-wide experiments.

[Hm, true. Grell fluffs his pillows up and settles back against them.]

I suppose that is true.

How have you been, Saleh? Well, I hope?

Yes, I am well, thank you. Soon I shall venture into the mountains again.

Oh? And what for?

To form a pact with Kipinn, and to get in touch with my roots.

Kipinn....?

The Filial spirit of the wind.

Ahn, I see. Busy as always, are you?

I am. However, a trek to the mountains could be considered a leisure for me.

Oh? Prefer the mountain air to the crowded conditions in town, do you?

Yes. My home, in my world, is a small village in the mountains, called Caer Pelyn.

Tell me of it. I rarely get the chance to travel with my lifestyle.

The village is sparse, with little to speak of in the way of nightlife. We live in one mind with the Great Dragon, and preserve the cultural history of Magvel.

...The Great Dragon? And Magvel? Do tell me more.

Magvel is the continent in which I live. In ages past, the evil Demon King threatened our world, but the Great Dragon saved us. We are forever in his debt, but the knowledge of his existence has been lost over time.

Ahn, so while your people remember, the rest of world has just conveniently forgotten?

I...do not know about "conveniently," but yes, they have forgotten.

So it wasn't by choice, or is it simply the flow of time taking away their memory?

Perhaps it was the flow of time; the details of the battle were rewritten, and the Great Dragon mostly erased from the picture.

....Rude. Why in the world would people wish to forget their own savior?

I cannot even begin to guess. It may not have been intentional. All we can do in our village is continue to preserve the true tale, and hope to re-educate the world.