It is not the way the rain falls; it is the way it splatters. - Tomes of the Twelve
?No, no,? Ewan shook his head. The first news to reach him on the return to Rhydin was that Gaston needed to see him. With only hints and possibilities to the concern of the Port South holding house, Ewan had set off for the unassuming building in the center of the south part of town. What he had heard, though, was a disappointment.
?Lad,? Gaston grumped, his bulk shifted with a grunting lean forward, ?there?s something different about these, and not because of the work being so damned bloody.? Both men were accustomed to the floods of blood brought about by the attacks of all manner of fiend and hero alike. ?This is different. When you see it, you?ll know what I?m talking about.?
Ewan was not yet convinced, but he would do as Gaston asked. Making himself available to the exposure of such an attack was not high on his list. ?Any pattern noticed? Traits or distinctive marks??
Gaston shrugged and rubbed at his chin. ?We thought so, but it seems those particular traits were left behind by scavengers coming after. Those have had their choice of occupation altered.? A smirk and sniff, the back of his hand was rubbed against his nose.
?I need more Gaston,? Ewan sighed. ?Region??
?Oh, West End, sure enough, but can?t say we?ve narrowed it down anymore than that. Been like a bleedin? rash come on us, and I?ve not got the trained manpower to tackle this. We?re a step behind always, and I don?t like that feeling. It makes us like the others.?
?We are like the others in some ways.?
A great crack of fist to wood, Gaston gritted his teeth against the surge of emotion. Ewan narrowed eyes on him. There was anger in a face gone flush, but in the eyes was frustration and guilt. Seeing it was easy for Ewan who in the last year had noticed that harrowing hint of emotion in his own gaze. The light touch on the darkness had cast away that guilt and frustration like a clumsy robe confining him from acting.
It was not something Gaston had inside. He felt too much. ?Gaston, it is time for you to take a sabbatical.?
?You dare to suggest-?
?No,? Ewan did not raise his voice when he cut the man?s blustering words short, ?you will take a sabbatical. Jenaliese will act in your place for a month. I want you to get out of the city.? A smile formed in a kind resolution, ?I want you to return as well.?
?Now, though, isn?t the best time. Not with this.?
?I will look into it. There are other matters in that area which I must see to as well.? There was much, in fact, Ewan needed to see to, and his first stop would be to meet with Compass of the Tunnelers.
?No, no,? Ewan shook his head. The first news to reach him on the return to Rhydin was that Gaston needed to see him. With only hints and possibilities to the concern of the Port South holding house, Ewan had set off for the unassuming building in the center of the south part of town. What he had heard, though, was a disappointment.
?Lad,? Gaston grumped, his bulk shifted with a grunting lean forward, ?there?s something different about these, and not because of the work being so damned bloody.? Both men were accustomed to the floods of blood brought about by the attacks of all manner of fiend and hero alike. ?This is different. When you see it, you?ll know what I?m talking about.?
Ewan was not yet convinced, but he would do as Gaston asked. Making himself available to the exposure of such an attack was not high on his list. ?Any pattern noticed? Traits or distinctive marks??
Gaston shrugged and rubbed at his chin. ?We thought so, but it seems those particular traits were left behind by scavengers coming after. Those have had their choice of occupation altered.? A smirk and sniff, the back of his hand was rubbed against his nose.
?I need more Gaston,? Ewan sighed. ?Region??
?Oh, West End, sure enough, but can?t say we?ve narrowed it down anymore than that. Been like a bleedin? rash come on us, and I?ve not got the trained manpower to tackle this. We?re a step behind always, and I don?t like that feeling. It makes us like the others.?
?We are like the others in some ways.?
A great crack of fist to wood, Gaston gritted his teeth against the surge of emotion. Ewan narrowed eyes on him. There was anger in a face gone flush, but in the eyes was frustration and guilt. Seeing it was easy for Ewan who in the last year had noticed that harrowing hint of emotion in his own gaze. The light touch on the darkness had cast away that guilt and frustration like a clumsy robe confining him from acting.
It was not something Gaston had inside. He felt too much. ?Gaston, it is time for you to take a sabbatical.?
?You dare to suggest-?
?No,? Ewan did not raise his voice when he cut the man?s blustering words short, ?you will take a sabbatical. Jenaliese will act in your place for a month. I want you to get out of the city.? A smile formed in a kind resolution, ?I want you to return as well.?
?Now, though, isn?t the best time. Not with this.?
?I will look into it. There are other matters in that area which I must see to as well.? There was much, in fact, Ewan needed to see to, and his first stop would be to meet with Compass of the Tunnelers.