//Hey everyone, sorry for the inactivity lately, the new job got a bit overwhelming again >.<
The pressure at work is slowly dropping though, should be back to regular posting soonish.
Sorry again
Take care everyone, stay safe and have a good week =)
In the next couple of hours, Johan had hastily set up a small tent on the outskirts of the village. Lighting up a campfire remained a topic for discussion as Kaylee kept worrying that the smoke would be visible in the distance and could give away the villages approximate position.
In the end Tim politely waved off the idea, assuring that the tent and his new winter coat was enough to keep him warm.
Johan and Kaylee both slowly moved in to Tim's temporary camp site and after a while proposed to return to practicing the Nifel language. After a few minutes with the books, they began reaching out to Tim for help.
The tiny cat spirits never revealed themselves to Tim. They remained just inside the villages protective barrier, floating on its outskirts and slowly growing in number, as they watched Tim from afar with a vigilant, frowny gaze.
Upon inquiry, one of the spirits tried to explain how their villages magic worked. You couldn't quite catch everything it said, but you were sure that setting up this type of barrier took a serious amount of time and dedication.
The sky was being painted with orange colors of an early evening, when you heard a ruckus in the distance. Ursula had finally returned, with eight giant foxes in tow and a two Witcher escort, seemingly following her from the stronghold.
Ursula gave you a confused look, when she noticed everyone camping a few meters outside the village, but before you could properly explain what transpired, Tim launched into another lengthy monologue.
He seemed to have recognized Ursula right away, you got that feeling for some reason. He began speaking directly to her, even though two other, senior Witchers were present. Tim seemed excited, articulating with both of his hands as his story went on. Ursula only awkwardly smiled and nodded, she didn't seem like she knew Tim from before.
After the man had finally ran out of breath, Ursula thought for a moment and nodded to her Witcher escorts. The senior Witchers nodded, turned around and galloped back to the stronghold, atop their giant foxes.
"...he's an archeologist" Ursula finally said on Soren, jumping down from her fox and coming closer to you:
"Tim's research focuses on extinct civilizations that lived here Nifelheim, before humans ever arrived. Mister Lemeshev believes he found evidence that one such civilization, that until now, was believed to be native to Nifelheim, actually arrived here, just like us.
He believes they were Exiled here, like us.
Some ancient texts he found in Rakshata's library, reference a hidden 'Base' of a Precursor Civilization, not far from here. Its not marked on any of our maps, so we might actually be the first ones to set foot in there, ever since its original owners passed away"
Ursula looked at Tim, then at you again, before examining the temporary camp site:
"..you made a good call, keeping the village location a secret and waiting for me was the safest option"
She fixed you with a frown for a fleeting second:
"...if you had set off without me, I would've
ended you by the way"
"Ahahahaaa..." Johan awkwardly laughed, trying to lower the tension: "So
thaaat's what that word means... Archeologist means Drevra-Drev... dre-lalala-"
"Yes" Ursula sighed: "Drevraskopatel means Archeologist" she shook her head:
"Well, everyone seems lively. Atop our fox companions we could reach our destination within an hour. Nightfall won't set in for another 5 hours or so.
Shall we head out immediately? Exploring this Precursor Site could be a good way to get some field practice with your new weapons"