Innkeeper
You can't tell your mother what you did; she'd never forgive you. Frank is probably just bluffing. Even if he did say something to the Klyton Militia there's no evidence and they probably wouldn't believe him anyway. Besides he pretty much suggested that Tom and David are dead.
Of course that makes you worry that he might try to do the same thing to you, your mother or one of your employees. Maybe he wasn't bluffing.
For the next few weeks you become increasingly paranoid asking your employees if they noticed anyone strange following them. You can't concentrate in class and your grades start to suffer. The stress gets so much that you end up pulling your dad's Troll Gun on a patron you don't recognize. Fortunately nothing bad happens, unless you count several people questioning your sanity and no longer entering your inn. Several of your staff grumble about leaving, but it doesn't quite get to that point.
You've been so stressed out that you haven't been able to sleep properly for weeks, you constantly wake up and double check all the locks on the doors and sleep with the Troll Gun next to you. Eventually a wave of exhaustion causes you to collapse and fall into a deep sleep for once.
You begin to dream that you're sitting near a tree studying. A pretty girl in a red dress sits next to you saying that you should come with her instead of putting your nose in a book.
"I have to study! I have to become a doctor! That's my goal!" you answer.
"Is it? Or is it some high aspiration that your parents put into your head when you were young? Do you really know what you want? How hard have you pushed yourself only to be thwarted at every turn? Don't you think you should take time to rest? Come with me."
"I would like to rest, but I can't. I have to continue."
"No, you don't. You can allow yourself time to take break. You've done as much as you can perhaps more than you should have. But none of that matters now; it's time to rest. Come with me."
The words of this word are so soothing and she speaks in a way that you find alluring and truthful. Still, you can't but think you know her from somewhere.
" who are you? Do I know you? It seems like I've seen you before " you ask.
"Does it matter? You must come with me now. You may not get another chance." The woman says in a firm, but gentle tone.
You get the impression that she sincerely is looking out for your best interest, so you put down your book and hold her hand as you go walking into the fields with her
"I can't believe he just died in his sleep! He was too young! (sob)" your mother cries.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but he did seem like he was under a lot of stress lately. Dunno what would've caused that. Maybe his classes were getting harder and he just couldn't take it any longer?" Wendy says not really knowing what to say.
"Well, at least he looked peaceful." Eliza says, tearing up a little.
Rita stays quiet the whole time, looking a little nervous about whether or not her "idea" had anything to do with this.
After burying you next to your father, you mother has no more reason to stay in Klyton and sells the inn to Frank before moving back to Teckleville to live with her sister Enora.
"So sister, did Frank yell at you for disposing of his competition in such a gentle manner?"
"Hah, that little mage knows not to overstep his bounds. Oh I long for the day when we can figure out how to break his little contract over us. Honestly using us as mere barmaids, it's degrading."
"I agree sister, but I will never under stand why you choose to take the delicious life force in the manner you do."
"Oh sister, you are truly a product of our race. Seduction and then a horrifying end to the victim. It needn't always be so vulgar. Besides, I sensed so much stress, worry and guilt in him, I figured he could use a peaceful end."
Of course that makes you worry that he might try to do the same thing to you, your mother or one of your employees. Maybe he wasn't bluffing.
For the next few weeks you become increasingly paranoid asking your employees if they noticed anyone strange following them. You can't concentrate in class and your grades start to suffer. The stress gets so much that you end up pulling your dad's Troll Gun on a patron you don't recognize. Fortunately nothing bad happens, unless you count several people questioning your sanity and no longer entering your inn. Several of your staff grumble about leaving, but it doesn't quite get to that point.
You've been so stressed out that you haven't been able to sleep properly for weeks, you constantly wake up and double check all the locks on the doors and sleep with the Troll Gun next to you. Eventually a wave of exhaustion causes you to collapse and fall into a deep sleep for once.
You begin to dream that you're sitting near a tree studying. A pretty girl in a red dress sits next to you saying that you should come with her instead of putting your nose in a book.
"I have to study! I have to become a doctor! That's my goal!" you answer.
"Is it? Or is it some high aspiration that your parents put into your head when you were young? Do you really know what you want? How hard have you pushed yourself only to be thwarted at every turn? Don't you think you should take time to rest? Come with me."
"I would like to rest, but I can't. I have to continue."
"No, you don't. You can allow yourself time to take break. You've done as much as you can perhaps more than you should have. But none of that matters now; it's time to rest. Come with me."
The words of this word are so soothing and she speaks in a way that you find alluring and truthful. Still, you can't but think you know her from somewhere.
" who are you? Do I know you? It seems like I've seen you before " you ask.
"Does it matter? You must come with me now. You may not get another chance." The woman says in a firm, but gentle tone.
You get the impression that she sincerely is looking out for your best interest, so you put down your book and hold her hand as you go walking into the fields with her
"I can't believe he just died in his sleep! He was too young! (sob)" your mother cries.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but he did seem like he was under a lot of stress lately. Dunno what would've caused that. Maybe his classes were getting harder and he just couldn't take it any longer?" Wendy says not really knowing what to say.
"Well, at least he looked peaceful." Eliza says, tearing up a little.
Rita stays quiet the whole time, looking a little nervous about whether or not her "idea" had anything to do with this.
After burying you next to your father, you mother has no more reason to stay in Klyton and sells the inn to Frank before moving back to Teckleville to live with her sister Enora.
"So sister, did Frank yell at you for disposing of his competition in such a gentle manner?"
"Hah, that little mage knows not to overstep his bounds. Oh I long for the day when we can figure out how to break his little contract over us. Honestly using us as mere barmaids, it's degrading."
"I agree sister, but I will never under stand why you choose to take the delicious life force in the manner you do."
"Oh sister, you are truly a product of our race. Seduction and then a horrifying end to the victim. It needn't always be so vulgar. Besides, I sensed so much stress, worry and guilt in him, I figured he could use a peaceful end."
