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A disease ran rampant through the streets taking no heed of whether man or woman, elder or child, rich or poor. The infirmaries and hospitals were littered with the afflicted and even consuming those who were battling against it. Fear crept across the city as districts were avoided, others ostracized anyone looking under the weather, and hope for a cure began to dwindle. Some thought it a punishment from the gods, others evolution in motion. For one emperor though, he viewed the whole ordeal as inconvenient at worst and an opportunity at best.
Mateus sat rapping his fingers on the wooden bar inside the last tavern before the trail to Mt. Hotan. His gaze swept across the drunken denizens of the small town at the base of the mountain. From the talk that was too loud for him to simply ignore, the town had been vacated during the Reignstorm and only recently had begun to be repopulated by former residents and those seeking to escape the city's disease. None seemed to be the person or persons he was waiting for from the homely look of them.
Rumors had been sweeping through the city that some doctors had found a vaccine from the new death. Of course Mateus had hastened to nearest medic determined he would be one of the first to be immune no matter the cost. He was displeased when the rumors proved to only be half true. These "healers" had themselves heard rumor of such a cure. Far to the north on the mountain, there was tale of a group of shamans who held the key to immunization.
The idea of going back to that place at first made him unwilling to take on the task. Too vivid was the memory of his last attempt to ascend its trails. Still, as he thought on it too many opportunities presented themselves to him.
One and most importantly, he would be able to gain protection against the disease and have one less worry on his plate. Two, perhaps these shaman were the magic users he had been trying to find on his first visit; perhaps even the ones he had learned of from the journal of the mad woman in the caves. And lastly, the doctors said there was a great monetary reward for bringing the potion or a shaman back. With the guarantee that they would be sending a few people in case any of them fell to the perils, Mateus agreed to the task. As long as he didn't run into her there again, any peril would be surmountable.
And so there he was waiting at the meeting point the doctors had given him to meet his fellow adventurers. Along the way he had purchased a dagger. He wasn't adept in its use, but he hoped along with his staff that he could use them in a last ditch effort if he either needed to buy time for his companions to save him, or if any of them had the some idea of betrayal. He sighed as he continued his waiting. The bartender seemed to preoccupied with the returning villagers to pay him too much mind, or to serve him at all really causing Mateus' agitation to rise. How much longer would he have to wait in this rude and rundown establishment?
The world was a right mess, far from the rolling green hills and spotless sky from when Ignis had first stepped foot on the continent. Dragons and weather extremes had ravaged the lands and the people within. It should've come as no surprise when disease began to spread among the debris and standing water. This sickness was a bit more resilient as it defied all treatments thus far but there was hope. A cure from the shamans beyond the treacherous cliffs of Mount Hotan.[break][break]
Ignis had few fond memories of the place, the very few times he'd braved her peaks things could have gone far better. This was not about him, though. For the good of the people he would brave the dangers ahead. The gil involved was also quite tempting. It was not cheap to travel between cities. Nor were the treatments he underwent in Sonora. The migraines relating to his vision were far more manageable as a result, allowing him to take on more strenuous hunts.[break][break]
The bar was an well enough known place, an acceptable meeting place Ignis supposed. The names and faces of those he was supposed to meet with were a mystery as the information he'd been given was sparse at best. The handle under his fingertips was smooth and well worn at odds with the sharp wooden splinters biting through his coat as he shoved the heavy door open his his shoulder. The scents within were mixed and slightly over powering. Smoke and alcohol were predominant but there was something else. Body odor perhaps with an underlying scent of... magic? Power? His instincts were telling Ignis to be wary and he would be a fool not to listen. [break][break]
Despite his heightened senses he couldn't quite pin point who or where he was supposed to go. No one stood and called out so perhaps the bartender would know. The man was busy but Ignis' intense countenance got his attention quickly enough. There was a table with a person clad in deep purples to his left. That sounded like a potential fellow adventurer, more so than the tired and worn villagers around him. [break][break]
"I trust you are hear because of the rumors as well?" Ignis ran with his assumptions with the hope of moving things along. The bar was assaulting his senses to an annoying degree, making it more difficult to focus on the task at hand.
His patience had been worn thin. Mateus grimaced as he was ignored by the lazy slop of flesh serving the dirty villagers. Their ruddy cheeks reddened and their boorish voices betrayed their lack of sobriety and did nothing to improve Mateus' souring mood as he watched the drunken display unfold. Still he didn't really expect much out of the peasantry. They swallowed their swill as a means to find temporary joy that eluded them in every other aspect of their lives. His frustration grew when a tall man was able to get the attention of the buffoon he had not been able to. The man unlike the others came his way instead of enjoying a drink.
Mateus was brought out of his brooding by the man's approach. He gave the man a once over as he processed the man's words. Rumors? This must be the adventurer that the doctors had sent him to travel with he presumed. Still, Mateus' looked over the man's thin frame wondering if they could find no one better for the position. "You're the one sent to deliver me to these shamans?" he responded going back to looking away. He didn't want to waste any more time than needed. He wanted to make sure they had a good start before nightfall came and they weren't trapped somewhere uninhabitable.
Even with the Reignstorm having finished, Mateus was still weary about the mountain. He and that girl had survived but only barely. Yetis,dragons, and other abominable creatures lay in wait in the blindingly white passes. The thought of the monsters made him cast second thoughts on the whole ordeal. The man present didn't look like he would be of much use if brute strength were needed. Then again maybe he was magically inclined. It didn't matter though, the thought of succumbing to the plague and dying in the streets a nobody in a foreign land was enough for him to put what little trust he gave in the stranger
"We should be off then," Mateus said rising from the booth. "Who knows when this rabble will turn to base anger and start a brawl. Best be gone before then," he commented as he noticed that the patrons tones had started getting harsher. He waved his new companion to follow as he heard the first punch land. The sun was still in the sky when he emerged from the bar, but it was no longer high in the sky. "From what little information those medics in the city gave me," he began not caring to check if the man was behind him or not, "these shamans live on the far side of the mountain far past the last settlement of those who live on the mount's path. Keep up and prove yourself useful and I'll throw some of the gil your way upon our arrival." These adventuring types were always fretting about money, and the promise of some of it should alleviate him the idea of being double crossed over something so crass Mateus thought. With that he began to head to where the village entrance met the mountain path.
Even in the din of the tavern Ignis was able to hear the other person, something he was thankful for. That and the rather plain barkeep hadn't sent him off to talk to thin air. A few people seemed to enjoy taking advantage of his lack of sight for their own amusement. The Shamans? Yes I suppose, assuming we can find them." Ignis had yet to actually make it to Hotan but from what he'd heard... it wouldn't be an easy trek. There were many monsters and they weren't even the hardest part. The land and weather were just as dangerous if not more so. [break][break] His companion was rather eager to leave, something Ignis couldn't argue with. The sooner they were away from the din and stench of the city the better. "Agreed." He caught the sound of flesh hitting flesh and sighed, choosing to follow the footsteps in front of him. A part of him wanted to linger and break up the fight but he doubted it would do any good and only start another brawl. Spirits clouded ones judgement and fine motor control. They were more of a danger to themselves than each other. [break][break] It was far quieter outside and a gentle breeze carried the scent of ale and smoke in the other direction. Ignis was able to better focus his senses on the man in front of him. From the weight of his footsteps he was likely larger than himself or at the very least wearing some sort of armor. Not that he could hear the metallic grind of plate. Still, it was interested and he had little doubt he could pull his weight in a fight. That was good, even if his deminor and way of speaking made it obvious Ignis was only allowed to come because this job couldn't be handled by one person.
[break][break] So he would be allowed to have some restitution? "How generous of you." Ignis replied dryly. Sure the gil would be welcomed, it wasn't cheap to travel the continent or feed himself daily but he did have other ulterior motives. A dull pain, throbbed twice behind his eyes as he thought about it. Such a healing potion would help countless others of course but perhaps... perhaps it would return his sight. [break][break] The packed ground of the street gave way to the uneven trail underfoot. Their journey up the mountain had begun and the sinking feeling in Ignis' stomach told him it was likely not going to be something he remembered fondly. "Far side of the mountain you said? Shouldn't take more than a few hours." He was concerned it would take far more than that but he was also quite prepared for almost any situation. However just because he had the supplies didn't mean he wanted to use them.
The chill cascading down from the moment caused Mateus to wrap his robes tighter about him. He cast his gaze at the path as it wound up and round and out of sight. He had been prepared this time despite those who said the mountain would not prove as treacherous since the storm had abated. There was no way he be caught unaware again. This place may have bested him once, but it would not have its way with him again.
"I assume you've plotted our course," it wasn't a question. A hint of glare was shot back at his traveling companion. For someone who was supposed to be his guide through the mountains, Mateus was sure doing a lot of the leading. It had been nearly a half an hour's ascent at this point as the duo creeped up the mountain like two shadows along the mountain range. "I would hate to end up in the same circumstances that caused me to abscond this mount last I was here,"
The memory of the event set in his brain like a brand on an animal. Magic and secrets awaited, but only sheer lucks had saved him from the ice and snow. Then that abhorrent woman had found him, chastised him for preserving himself, and then proceeded to save his life. He scoffed at memory. If she hadn't caused the avalanche to occur then there wouldn't have been a problem and he would have eventually found his end goal, or at least he hoped he would have. Still the small amount of magic coursing through his veins was due to that misadventure, so he couldn't be entirely upset about the turn of events.
"As bad as my last guide proved to be," Mateus sighed, his words he hoped carrying back through the air to his new companion, "At least she was a guide." Mateus knew that traveling further into the mountain would be a treacherous trek, and he rather someone else be its tester and victim before they traveled much further. The promise of an antidote from this disease he saw sweeping the streets was all that stopped him from scoffing at his help and returning to the town he had just come from.
The bite of the mountain was starting to settle into the air around them. Ignis could smell the shift in the wind as well. The earthy tones of soft dirt was giving way to a lack of much of anything. Snow was bound to show up underfoot at any moment as well. He pulled a scarf out of his pack and wrapped it around his neck. Things could go from bad to worse in a heartbeat so his companion was at least partially correct. He hadn't plotted a path exactly but he's spoken to quite a few adventures about which side was the easiest to scale and what monsters lurked on which cliffs. It was hard to look at a map and plot a course when you couldn't see it.
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"Well if we stay along the west side it should be a lesser chance of avalanche." Ignis was completely oblivious to the glare sent his way. Having paid close attention to the weather predictions, he was basing his direction on the wind. Of course the higher they got the more volatile it would become and he would just have to rely on his partner. Now that was a term he used loosely. He seemed rather irritated with Ignis, not that the bespectacled man care too much.
[break][break] He reached up to adjust his glasses and stamped his feet. They'd trekked even curter up and the cold was on in full force. "Last time? I can imagine it was quite unpleasant." Ignis was reminded of his own encounters with the mountain. the Saberfangs and their status ailments had proved quite the challenge. Especially for a routine hunt. He'd been without his senses to rely on and without those... he'd been helpless. He despised being weak in such a manner and vowed to not repeat that mistake again.
[break][break] His companion seemed fairly set on this guide business. With someone larger to break a path, it made it far easier on him to just follow in their footsteps. That didn't mean he couldn't lead though and so picked up his pace slightly to walk around and take the lead. "I don't have any sort of tour guide training but I can give it a go." Ignis found it quite humorous that someone was wanting a blind man to guide them. Perhaps he hadn't noticed yet? He couldn't help but try and jest a bit as a result. "Well you know what they say about the blind leading the blind. We'll end up somewhere eventually, probably a ravine."
Mateus' irritability grew with each step he took. The cold of the mountain still nipped at him through his robes, and sun on the other side of the mountain left them in shadow. He wondered if there were anymore settlements between the one they had just left and where the supposed shamans were said to reside. He still didn't quite trust the sky from opening up and reaping its wrath upon him as it had done before, and he wished for a room with a roof to sleep in.
"The mountain holds many secrets," he retorted instead of actually explaining what had last time he tried to ascend its peaks. Monsters, bad omens, and bandits were all said to roam around the mountain. And he had found his own secrets up here as well. People had lived up here, and there was treasure to be found if one looked in the right place. Money had been something he had to learn to use, and he knew the more he had the better people would treat him.
Mateus blinked rapidly as the man finally surpassed him but gave a smug grin. Perhaps his words had struck a chord, and he was ready to behave in a manner befitting a guide. Still his tone was too nonchalant for Mateus; and his brow furrowed when he said he had no guiding experience. "You're not a guide?" His tone was incredulous and had a hint of surprise to it. "Then tell me on what fool's errand you've decided on escorting me up the mountain!?" He demanded an answers and stopped walking as he waiting for the man to respond.
"And if you wish to imply that I know not what I'm doing say so," Mateus voiced anger coursing through each word. How dare he claim that he was blind to their goal and path. "And are you implying a threat?" The comment about leading them into a ravine left a sour taste in his mouth. Rogues and thieves were too upfront with their intentions for him to let his guard down.
His eyes softened with fear. He was alone with a man he didn't know. What exactly was this man's intentions and what did he want. He stopped waiting for answers. He was still so defenseless in this world, and still clueless on how to protect himself and others. He softly slid his hand to his pocket where the dagger lay in wait. Let the man try to harm him; Mateus had nothing left to lose.
