A Wall In The Way II
The evening approaches and you head to Lorn’s home. The sky is peaceful, almost serene after looking dark previously. Your steps feel light and you take a deep breath of the evening air. Lorn is on his porch, chatting amiably with Thomas when you arrive. You catch the tail end of their conversation.
“…estimated! I just have to prove to you I can be better.”
Lorn chuckles as you walk up his porch steps, “Hello there! Won’t you join us for dinner? The supplies can all be stocked later tonight.” As Lorn stands, he seems older, more frail than you remember. Maybe it’s a trick of the evening light, you think to yourself.
At dinnertime, you all enjoy a well prepared meal out of some of the ingredients you brought, and some strange fish you don’t recognize. Thomas and Lorn again begin to talk spiritedly. Lorn’s eyes positively gleam the entire time, returning the youthful countenance you view in him, despite his advancing age.
“You just gotta let me prove to you that I’ve gotten better! Our friend here has seen it firsthand! Look at the haul we’ve made at Pirate’s Cove! I was a part of that, you know…” Before Thomas continues, you notice a slight hitch in Thomas’s arm as he winces, spearing a piece of fish. “What is this fish anyways?”
“It’s extremely rare. In fact, no one I know could find or identify it, but the trader called it a Glassback, it’s not native to our oceans or lakes, so I’ve no idea how they came across it, but I paid a pretty penny for the privilege. I bought it a few months ago but never had the right time to share it, but now seems as good as any, eh?”
You mention how good the fish is, and Thomas agrees. Lorn suggests you reconvene on the deck.
“Would you like to hear about a lake encircled in ice?”
“…estimated! I just have to prove to you I can be better.”
Lorn chuckles as you walk up his porch steps, “Hello there! Won’t you join us for dinner? The supplies can all be stocked later tonight.” As Lorn stands, he seems older, more frail than you remember. Maybe it’s a trick of the evening light, you think to yourself.
At dinnertime, you all enjoy a well prepared meal out of some of the ingredients you brought, and some strange fish you don’t recognize. Thomas and Lorn again begin to talk spiritedly. Lorn’s eyes positively gleam the entire time, returning the youthful countenance you view in him, despite his advancing age.
“You just gotta let me prove to you that I’ve gotten better! Our friend here has seen it firsthand! Look at the haul we’ve made at Pirate’s Cove! I was a part of that, you know…” Before Thomas continues, you notice a slight hitch in Thomas’s arm as he winces, spearing a piece of fish. “What is this fish anyways?”
“It’s extremely rare. In fact, no one I know could find or identify it, but the trader called it a Glassback, it’s not native to our oceans or lakes, so I’ve no idea how they came across it, but I paid a pretty penny for the privilege. I bought it a few months ago but never had the right time to share it, but now seems as good as any, eh?”
You mention how good the fish is, and Thomas agrees. Lorn suggests you reconvene on the deck.
“Would you like to hear about a lake encircled in ice?”
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