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It was quite common for members of the mourn watch to have a higher fondness for the dead over the living but few had reached the level of the young Ingellvar, the small elf that was found in an empty crypt of the Necropolis 3 years ago.
Finding a twelve year old girl asleep in a sarcophagus had been… concerning. The elf had no memories and only the bare grasp of a name yet she had been found in one of the deeper halls - the ones only tended to by the dead.
Her founding proved as odd as her day to day existence.
She seemed to have a deep connection to the fade, seeing things that not even Myrna could coax forth with her magic touch. It unsettled the mage just as much as it intrigued her. But Myrna had always persevered in the face of oddities, it was once of her many talents. Perhaps that’s why the young elf had taken a liking to her outside her usual spirit companions, Myrna was one of the few who didn’t back away from the strangeness surrounding her.
Which brings her to the present, observing the elf seemingly having a staring contest with Vorgoth, eyes gazing into the hooded void that was the spirit - which she had been doing for quite a while from the look of her slightly bloodshot eyes. It had been five minutes since Myrna walked in on them but she had no doubt the two had been at it for a while. But unfortunately she had to end whatever this was as she needed Vorgoth’s assistance in the lowered crypts.
“Might I ask that you continue this later?”
She asks, eyes flickering between the two expectantly. But Vorgoth only raises a hand in symbol of ‘wait’ and Myrna blinks in surprise, about to protest before she hears a joyous shout come from the girl.
“Ah ha! Ive won!”
The teen jumps up and grins, practically dancing around Vorgoth in victory and Myrna could feel sparks of magic vibrate around the girl, emphasising her happiness, making it almost tangible - another odd quirk her powers seemed to grant.
“EXTERNAL FORCES IMPEDED THE CONTEST.”
Vorgoth speaks, but Myrna could swear she felt a hint of pride in the entity’s voice. It seemed young Ingellvar had picked up on it too as she doubled down with her celebration.
“Nope, I won fair and square - you owe me my prize!”
“IT WILL BE GIVEN IN NEAR FUTURE”
Now Myrna was not a skeptic of matters concerning spirits… but she had never seen nor heard of Vorgoth betting with/offering prizes to occupants of the Necropilis.
“What prize might this be?”
Myrna inquires, curious as to what the entity was offering the girl in reward for this odd contest. However, once again she is left in the dark on the matter as the girl just grins knowingly before retrieving her bag and skipping past and out of the room, waving Vorgoth and Myrna goodbye as she left.
The mourn watcher takes a moment to watch her leave before she repeats her question.
“What prize did you offer? Was that a staring competition?”
“THE YOUNG ONE SEES MORE THAN MOST.”
“I understand that… we’ve all seen what she can do. I’m asking about the competition.”
“THE YOUNG ONE SAW AND DID NOT LOOK AWAY - TRUE BRAVERY DESERVES REWARD.”
Now that did make Myrna confused, Bravery? Reward? Vorgoth was barely making sense. What in the fade was he talking about? Now that she thought about it, it probably was something to do with the fade but she doubted she’d get a response given that the entity was now rifling through books to pull out the wisps hiding in them. She just sighs and gets to the reason she came here in the beginning.
“Vorgoth, I require your assistance in the lower crypts, the spirits are-“
“ARE RESTLESS.”
“…yes, and I need your help to-“
“TO SOOTHE THEM.”
“Would you stop that?!”
Myrna exclaims, unsure as to why he’s suddenly cutting off her sentences. The entity didn’t say anything, but she swore she could feel amusement radiating from him, amusement at her frustrations. Ingellvar was clearly rubbing off on him.
She takes a breath to compose herself before speaking again, albeit her tone still held remnants of irritation.
“Right. Will you come and help me?”
“I WILL ASSIST.”
“Good.”
They then left for the elevator (which was thankfully in working order today) into the lower halls of the Necropolis to deal with the unruly and agitated spirits that had caused issues amongst the dead.
Vorgoth seemed to settle into his usual personality after that.