"There is no reason to be alarmed." The creature moves its lips, but the voice is the girl's.
Possession? Illusion? Ventriloquism?
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The creature leads you to the room at the end of the hall. It is a modestly-sized room with a low ceiling, and a large rectangular pine table in the center. There are six high-backed chairs around the table, and several other pieces of furniture along the wall to accommodate guests: an armchair and two three-legged stools. This room has wood floors with no rug, and the walls are bare. The lighting is harsh, from a lamp without a shade. This throws stark shadows against the walls. The room has the same empty feel as the hall. Your host slides out a chair from the table, hops up in it, and takes a seat. He motions, inviting you to sit down too. He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales. uuushhhh...mpewwwww Ten minutes pass like this in complete silence. Your host puffs away at his cigarette, shifts his weight, and adjusts his sleeves. But still, he does not speak. Then, you hear a young girl's voice. The tone is innocent and sweet. It comes from no discernible source. "Thank you, Touagg. That will be all, I think. These are the ones I expected."
The creature raises a quizzical eyebrow. He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales. uuushhhh...mpewwwww He totters down the hall, back the way he came towards the room with the light.
Your party ascends the steps to 37 Clank Street and raps on the door. You hear a patter of footsteps inside the house. The door opens. Standing before you is a diminutive humanoid with skin a dusky gray-purple hue. It has what appears at first to be henna tattoos, but a second look reveals them to be white dots in ornate spirals and wavy lines; they are raised bumps where the skin was bleached or subject to ritual scarification. The creature has sleepy-looking eyes and a pencil-thin mustache, ending in fanciful, waxed curls at the tips. It appears to be male. He is wearing a little Tian house kimono and curly-toed slippers. He is smoking a cigarette. The aroma of the tobacco is rich and heavy with Eastern spices. He doesn't say a word. He simply looks at everyone with a placid expression, politely steps to the side, and motions for you to enter. There is a long hallway, unlit, bare and undecorated, that leads to a room at the end of the corridor, from which you can see light. The light from the room provides dim illumination to the corridor, at least enough for you to see. The dark hallway, the bare walls...it all adds up to make the house feel vacant. The small humanoid waits patiently for you. He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales. uuushhhh...mpewwwww |