The carriage ride ended as uneventfully as it started. I would never have been able to afford the ride on my own, but it was all paid for. This town must really have some bad underground problems. I had no idea.
I step off onto what seems the only path in sight. Tristram is a small spooky looking town and- hey where is everyone?
I walk forward a ways and immediately come to what’s obviously the center of town. I see a few very life like statues: a bald man with his arms crossed off to the right, a tall man in robes standing next to a well in which someone peed in, between the two in a bit in the back is a lanky fellow standing in front of what looks like an inn, behind him further still is a woman and finally to my left is yet another balding man. That’s when I realize they’re not statues- they’re real people!
Why no-one is moving is beyond me. Maybe it’s the new thing. I decide to pretend to be a statue too.
After a while it seems to work. I see slight movement. The first bald man uncrosses his arms. The lanky fellow sways back and forth a bit. The balding man then folds his arms. Maybe it’s a bald thing.
I seemed to have gained the towns trust with my statue work. They’re clearly relaxed enough with me around that I feel I can approach.
I decide to talk to the bald man first. I would have chosen the older one near the well but I’m not sure if he’s the one that peed in it, that would be awkward.
“WO WHAT CAN I DO FER YA?”
Woah is right. This guy isn’t from around here. I back away slowly. He folds his arms unimpressed.
I turn around and practically walk into the mysterious robed man in the center by the yellowed waterwell. I open my mouth to say hi but he launches into a story about books and tomes and identifying magical artifacts? What a strange old man. I deduce he’s probably not important to this world. I chuckle thinking he’ll just stand here forever rambling and peeing into the towns water supply. He probably had too much of his own handiwork.
We chit-chat for a few more minutes, his voice surprisingly soothing. Maybe he isn’t so crazy after all. But we soon run out of things to talk about so I move on to the other balding man to our left. The sign in front of his small hovel reads: “Pepins Healins. No solicitors.”
Ah-ha! This is the man who contracted me down here. I try to tell him not to let people urinate in the well but he ignores me. In fact, he just wants to know what ails me. Ale would certainly be nice right now- especially after looking at what you guys drink over here. First he tries to send me off to some sorceress to buy some magic… then he tries to get me to buy some potions from him- this guy! Look pal, I’m just here to fix your damn pipes. Just point me in the right direction.
I thought I heard him mumble something about the cathedral. That makes sense, sometimes small towns like this only have one underground maintenance entrance. I’ve seen other waterways originate from under churches so I’m not terribly surprised. What I am surprised about is how little he tells me about this job. Oh well, it can’t be that bad.
It’s not hard to find where to go. The cathedral steeple can be seen from anywhere in town- I head in its direction.
As I walk up the front path I see someone sleeping on the ground- no wait, there’s blood! I rush over and he reaches out for me and in his dying breath says: “Please, listen to me. The Archbishop Lazarus, he led us down here to find the lost Prince. The bastard led us into a trap! Now everyone is dead… killed by a demon he called the butcher. Avenge us! Find the Butcher and slay him so that our souls may finally rest…” With that he falls unconscious. Dead.
I look around nervously. Phew, no-one saw. I just kind of step over him. This town sure is strange. I decide to just fix the problem, get paid and get the hell out of here.
I walk into the cathedral and down into the basement. . .