1st Trap ♪

[lucky_breath]

Hang on, Stocke! I'll save you!

[Pause. This isn't...]

Gafka? Eruca? Where--where did everyone go? Answer me! Please? This isn't funny! Don't hide from me! Anyone? Raynie?

[...She whirls around.]Stocke, where are you? You promised you wouldn't go away! Come back, Stocke, please! I don't want Eruca to take you away. I-I have to save you! Th-that

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[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie]

[Crying girliemon? Well that gets his attention.]

Girliemon calm down. It gonna be alright.

[He's trying to sound as reassuring as possible.]

[Audio]

[lucky_breath]

[...Kevas, she's too distraught to read unfortunately. She just hears a strange voice talking to her. So she's talking back!]

Where is Stocke? Where is he?

[Audio]

[drinkuntilidie]

[Time to switch gears then.]

Girliemon it gonna be alright. Can joo tell me where joo be? I wanna help.

[He doesn't wait for a response before he's out of his cell and looking for her. How hard can it be to find a crying girliemon.]

[lucky_breath]

[she doesn't answer. But since Kevas is out looking for her, he's likely to find a room with the door open slightly and a sobbing little girl sitting by the door.]

[faun_tumnus]

[Now, Tumnus isn't particularly having the time of his life here at the Keep. Actually, he's been keeping fairly to himself since finding out he'd been sucked into this place and from his own homeworld.

Harder still was taking in that letter from the lord of this place.

So, he's kept mostly to his own room and has been coming out mostly for food and that's about it. Still, as much as he'd like to, he knows he can't just stay in there forever and that doing so won't change anything.

Acclimation, although he'd prefer to deny all of this, seems the best option.

He'd been examining the barracks kitchen facilities and was just coming back from there when he heard the crying. Cue the good faun doing what the good faun does.]

Hello?

[When he actually sees Aht, however, he has a moment of pause where his eyes widen just a bit.]

Oh my! Child, are you alright?

[He clips forward, his own hooves clicking against the stone of the floor.]

[lucky_breath]

[!!! She hears the clicking hooves and looks up.]

Uncle Vanoss?!

[...No, not Uncle Vanoss. Still he looks like one of her kind.]

W-where are we?

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus makes his way over to the young faun, shaking his head at her sniffled question.]

No, child, not your uncle, I am quite afraid. My name is Tumnus.

[He looks her over, and apart from her rather brilliantly coloured hair, he might have thought her from his own home. He reaches out a hand and gently brushes a tear from her cheek.]

Now, now .. none of that, hmm? We are at a place known as Holloway's Keep .. [She's a bit shorter than he, but not terribly. He was rather on the short side for a faun. Still, he squats down so he is in a half kneeling position, one hoofed leg bracing and balancing him against the ground.]

Where are you from, child?

[lucky_breath]

[He's nice. She likes him.]

What's a Holloway's Keep?

[There's nothing like that back home and she's been all over.]

Celestia.