Brennus's IC solo thread.
As the others departed in the direction of the market, Brennus was led away by one of the guards towards the guild of the arcanists. There, he was taken to the basement and locked into a cell, although not before being handed the journal handed over by Loire, as well as a sheaf of parchment, an inkwell and quill, and a large, if slightly stale, loaf of bread and a jug of water.
Shortly thereafter, before he had begun to make much in the way of progress at reading through the journal, there came the sound of puffing and stumbling down the stairs towards his cell. And with it a high pitched and high volume argument.
“Of course he must have been affected by the sphere and the weather. Nothing else there was strong enough to do this to him!”
“How could you know that you imbecile, you weren’t there! Perhaps it was a malicious trap laid against those who would come to loot the fallen skycity.”
“Pah, that’d never be the case. What arcanist would booby-trap his own workspace?”
There was a pregnant silence. Then the same voice spoke again, slightly ashamed.
“That was only once, and all it did was dump a bucket of water on your head! It wasn’t even magical.”
“And yet, my point is proven.”
“Humph.”
With that last grunt of dissatisfaction came a knock on the door of the chamber, and a surprisingly diffident voice. “May we enter?”
