It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss.
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You're not going to "take care of this issue" once you're raving mad because of the heat. You need to cool off right now
[Tarvek has very little chill right now, too. After he finds a small piece of cloth he goes away for a second, long enough to dampen the cloth and return. Tarvek excels at many things, but treating almost-heat-strokes isn't one of them.
He plops the damp cloth over Barnham's head, that being of no help beyond surely annoying him]
Press this against your face. And about not needing my concern...it's not about needing it. We all need to support each other right now.
[Barnham seems rather sure about dealing with this by himself, so Tarvek will stop that. Instead he asks questions, as if conversation is what someone on the verge of heat stroke needs]
It's your first time in a place as hot as this, isn't it?
It may not be necessary to remove it. If some modifications could be done to the armor, it could be more ventilated without making it less protective.
[And protection is what people around here need, given the whole murdergame thing. Tarvek stays nearby, just in case Barnham can't continue any longer and faints in middle of the street]
How's your home like? I know everyone come from different worlds, but a world where witches exist and public servants need armor sounds rather...
[... Sounds rather what... He quirks an eyebrow at that.]
I wonder what you would have me say of it. You seem to be progressing towards a particular line of questioning with your subject, so do not allow me to stop you.
[He's not sure how to describe his world since it's... not medieval to him, naturally.]
[To his credit, Tarvek is a bit embarrassed at his hesitation]
I'm sorry, it's hard to think of other worlds without comparing them to mine. We don't have witches nowadays, it's difficult to imagine what a disaster it'd be if any existed now.
[But yeah, better direct this towards a more gratifying direction for the both of them]
What do you like about your world? Tell me about it, I'm interested in hearing what kind of worlds everyone comes from.
[He nods simply, understanding. Things are very different, and he understands very well how hard it is to get used to.
But as for his world...that's a positive conversation.]
... I suppose if I had to choose a particular aspect of my world... it would be the citizenry of Labyrinthia. It is my duty to protect them, and they are well deserving of my loyalty.
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[Stay awake, Barnham. Tarvek starts looking among the few things he's carrying, to see if he can find some cloth he can dampen somewhere nearby]
Take that armor off. You can't continue wearing it in this place, or you'll be in a lot of trouble.
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[Chill!!
(No, Barnham knows he's right.)]
I shall... take care of this issue myself, so there is no need for your concern.
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[Tarvek has very little chill right now, too. After he finds a small piece of cloth he goes away for a second, long enough to dampen the cloth and return. Tarvek excels at many things, but treating almost-heat-strokes isn't one of them.
He plops the damp cloth over Barnham's head, that being of no help beyond surely annoying him]
Press this against your face. And about not needing my concern...it's not about needing it. We all need to support each other right now.
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So we do. And I assure you, I shall handle the situation. I have seen the error of my ways, and shall have it rectified.
[A sigh.]
Your concern does you credit, but it is not necessary for me.
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[Barnham seems rather sure about dealing with this by himself, so Tarvek will stop that. Instead he asks questions, as if conversation is what someone on the verge of heat stroke needs]
It's your first time in a place as hot as this, isn't it?
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[He'll nod to that, even as he starts to move towards the tailor. Time to cool off a bit.]
My home is more temperate than this place. I had not thought removing my armor would become necessary.
[AND YET]
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[And protection is what people around here need, given the whole murdergame thing. Tarvek stays nearby, just in case Barnham can't continue any longer and faints in middle of the street]
How's your home like? I know everyone come from different worlds, but a world where witches exist and public servants need armor sounds rather...
[Medieval. Would it be rude to say medieval?]
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I wonder what you would have me say of it. You seem to be progressing towards a particular line of questioning with your subject, so do not allow me to stop you.
[He's not sure how to describe his world since it's... not medieval to him, naturally.]
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I'm sorry, it's hard to think of other worlds without comparing them to mine. We don't have witches nowadays, it's difficult to imagine what a disaster it'd be if any existed now.
[But yeah, better direct this towards a more gratifying direction for the both of them]
What do you like about your world? Tell me about it, I'm interested in hearing what kind of worlds everyone comes from.
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[He nods simply, understanding. Things are very different, and he understands very well how hard it is to get used to.
But as for his world...that's a positive conversation.]
... I suppose if I had to choose a particular aspect of my world... it would be the citizenry of Labyrinthia. It is my duty to protect them, and they are well deserving of my loyalty.