Theme: Curses, Crypts, and Creeps.
Optional prompt: He wiped the ooze from his chin. by SarcasticCupcake5.
This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 24: Memories of the Lost.
The man who met us at the harbor of the crypt city of Furida wiped ooze from his chin. Shiro chittered; he was probably just as disgusted as I was.
“What’s up with him?” Tymon asked.
“A curse,” the man explained. “Was retrieving this,” he gestured to the coffer he had brought, “from a crypt when some creeps attacked me from behind. Been dripping this sludge since then.”
“How do you get rid of that?” Bolotseseg asked.
“Can you even get rid of that curse?” Myrial asked.
The man shifted. “My employer’s talking with some curse-breakers here. Might have to go to Livergreen if they can’t help.”
“I hope yours can be broken.” Myrial grimaced. “I know a few things about unbreakable curses.”
The man struggled for words for a moment before pointing at Myrial, asking, “Cursed?”
Myrial nodded. “I can’t be referred to with pronouns by anyone else except myself, and even then just with I.” Our captain shrugged. “I’ve come to accept it as a punishment for what happened.”
So that’s why it was so weird to talk about Myrial at the beginning.
“Huh. That explains.” The man scratched his chin and wiped the ooze that stuck to his fingers to a handkerchief. “Hope for the best.” He handed the money to Myrial. “Best of sails to you.”
Myrial nodded, accepting the money. “Thank you. Best of all to you.”