Location: The Proclamation, Coming Home, Khvorost, Unvoided Ravenloss (Book 3) -> Down -> 2 Left / 2 Right -> Enter the cave
???: Hey, over here.
???: I remember you, hero. From the broadcast. Turns out, you're capable.
???: Not really a fan of crowds though, eh?
Khvorost: Khvorost. People call me many things. A pirate, a savior, a smuggler... a chaosweaver... but for today, I'm your only friend in this city!
Khvorost: I'm full of surprises.
Khvorost: Now, I didn't say I was a charity.
Khvorost: A favor. I help you escape, you owe me a favor. That I collect in the future. Nothing horrific. Nothing to disturb that delicate palate of yours.
Khvorost: Maybe I never collect!
Khvorost: Just... a favor.
Khvorost: I just simply love collecting favours. It's the most valuable currency in this day and age. How's that sound?
Khvorost: Blah blah. Take my hand. And don't let go. We're about to phase through planes. We wouldn't want for you to get spliced! Or stuck.
Khvorost: Or— hm. No, that would actually be interesting.
Khvorost: Ah, don't worry. I'm very skilled in soulblinking.
Khvorost: Although I've never done it with another person!
Khvorost: Off we go!
Khvorost: Oh dear.
Khvorost: Hehe, uh... whoops! It'd seem soulblinking with another person is harder than it looks!
Khvorost: Well, I did get you out of Nieboheim!
Khvorost: As do I! Let me just—
Khvorost: <Class>, I got you into this, let me fix it!
If you select the 'Summon Your Dragon!' option:
Khvorost: Hahahaha! If you select the 'Trust Khvorost' option:
Khvorost: You have a dragon! A real dragon!
Khvorost: You are full of surprises!
Khvorost: ...Please tell it not to eat me.
Khvorost: <Character>, this is Ruuma. He's— he's uuh...
Khvorost: Isn't he remarkable?
Khvorost: Always, always, looking out for my best interests.
Khvorost: It's true, though. The Magesterium probably won't be happy with us. But at least, at least, you, uh, pulled your dragon out outside of the city.
Khvorost: Imagine if you did that trick in the city!
Khvorost: A ship! Fancy!
Khvorost: Ruuma! If you select the 'Summon Aegis!' option:
Khvorost: Could you be a dear? Help us out?
Khvorost: As you can see, my friend and I here are about to die.
Khvorost: I don't suppose you could be bothered to save us? Both, preferably.
Khvorost: Of course, of course!
Khvorost: Please hurry.
Khvorost: See, see, <Character>? I told you I'd fix this!
Khvorost: Thanks, Ruuma!
Khvorost: I don't suppose you could—
Khvorost: Isn't he? Absolutely reliable.
Khvorost: You know, I'm not actually sure how much time we have. Before this bubble, uh, pops.
Khvorost: An Elemental Spirit! You are full of surprises, <Character>! Khvorost: That. Was. Amazing!
Khvorost: Hi, I'm Khvorost! People call me many things. A pirate, a savior, a smugg—
Khvorost: Oh uh, hi Ruuma. It's not what it looks like, I swear!
Khvorost: Hey, hey! Ruuma, are you just going to let that elemental spirit do that? To me?
Khvorost: THAT'S MUCH BETTER THAN MY IDEA!
Khvorost: Remarkable! Where to now, hero who is so full of surprises?
Khvorost: A ship! Brilliant!
Khvorost: You truly are a Hero! Watching— watching you in combat was breathtaking.
Khvorost: Oh, no, no. I could never.
Khvorost: Never! That— that would be illegal!
Khvorost: I mean, I mean, I got you out! The rest was on you!
Khvorost: Ruuma seemed busy too. I didn't want to intrude... And, and you didn't seem like you needed any assistance.
Khvorost: You can... call him that, yes!
Khvorost: Ruuma, the Elemental Spirit of Arrogance!
Khvorost: Hello again, Maz! Lookin' good. I can see the storms did wonders for your hairstyle.
Khvorost: A ph— Just a phase? You wound me!
Khvorost: It was at least a week!
Khvorost: Ha! About that!
Khvorost: I sail solo now! Saving people, breaking the law, you know, same old dashingly handsome rogueish business!
Khvorost: I... will... I will think about that.
Khvorost: So. About that favor, <Character>?
Khvorost: It, it was a life or death situation! I had to offer my services. You know how it is.
Khvorost: You know, you know what? I think we're even. I get this wonderful free cruise around the seas, after all.
Khvorost: Come now, Maz, you're joking right? I didn't even get a chance to pack—
Khvorost: But, but my collection of vintage Murshrom Brew! My miniatures! All of my—
Khvorost: I... I see.
Khvorost: Hey, hey <Character>, do they have Murshrom Brew in the barbarous— sorry, the Land of Dragons?
Khvorost: That's... that's...
Khvorost: A city— a city of weavers? In the Land of Dragons?
Khvorost: Other weavers. That sounds nice. I could, I could maybe live there. Other chaosweavers...
Khvorost: It is, it is a dashing, daring tale! And since you've requested it, I will so very graciously share my epic of pain, loss, recovery, and skulduggery!
Khvorost: Hmph. So be it.
Khvorost: Well, well, it started when my good—for—nothing parents abandoned me on the steps of Edelia.
Khvorost: Swaddled me up. Left me on the ground. Never saw 'em again.
Khvorost: Tis true, tis true. A poor babe, alone and forgotten, taken in by the school of weaving.
Khvorost: Okay, okay, I was actually a bit older. Old enough to attend and board. But I never did see my parents again. Don't know what happened.
Khvorost: Edelia was a good place. If just a bit... boring. I mean, you couldn't blame me, really.
Khvorost: Living, learning, working and playing, all in the same place? It was just. So. Boring.
Khvorost: I mean, I mean, seriously. They wouldn't even let us out without a chaperone. It was just the same thing day after day.
Khvorost: I needed some excitement.
Khvorost: Can, can you imagine? Just classes and chores day in and day out. Anyone would have gone—
Khvorost: Hm? Oh, oh, as I was saying. I was expelled.
Khvorost: Now, NOW, you want me to give you all the salacious details? Well, I certainly can't resist.
Khvorost: There was this country kid. From some family, from around Mortem, I think? He, well, I don't remember his name. I gave him some silly dare.
Khvorost: Didn't think the kid would actually try it.
Khvorost: Well, well... he did.
Khvorost: Broke his way into the headmaster's office. Went ahead and started trying to weave with the headmaster's spiritlooms.
Khvorost: As you can imagine, he got expelled on the spot.
Khvorost: Of course, they kicked me out after that, too.
Khvorost: Oh yes. Didn't help that I had a disciplinary sheet longer than I was tall. Simpler times.
Khvorost: Was that his name? Pasty looking annoying kid, red hair?
Khvorost: Wait, wait up! Did I say something wrong?
Khvorost: Now, now look, I was just a kid! I was bored! If I'd have known that he would mean so much to you—
Khvorost: <Character>? Some help? Oh, oh! This can be the favor you owe me!
Khvorost: <Character>! Make her promise!
Khvorost: I do... I do feel guilty. Now that I'm older.
Khvorost: I've helped smuggle people out of the Shapeless Empire. Bring them down to the shore. To boats like Maz's.
Khvorost: I've seen, I've seen families torn. Torn over all manner of issues. From forgetting some trinket. To choosing who to leave behind.
Khvorost: I know what I did— I know I ruined that boy's future.
Khvorost: Now that, that is an interesting question! I taught myself!
Khvorost: Well, well, I had the basics of soulweaving from Edelia. And I am extraordinarily talented.
Khvorost: It took much, much hardship, though. I couldn't stay in Tkaanie.
Khvorost: But in the Shapeless Empire... I had to live... uncomfortably. To avoid the Magesterium. As you saw— it takes just one.
Khvorost: One slip-up, and you're food for the Shapeless.
Khvorost: I had to be the best. To survive, see. And with time, I think that may have rubbed off on my dear Ruuma. My soulally.
Khvorost: He is, but arrogance comes in many forms. Most of the time now, he's off on his own.
Khvorost: Doing whatever he does in the Plane of Elemental Spirits. But he does come to my aid. When necessary.
Khvorost: Isn't, isn't that right, Ruuma?
Khvorost: He cares. Really! I'd be— I'd be lost without him.
Khvorost: Anyway. Anyway. I got good at hiding from the Magesterium. Or maybe they stopped looking.
Khvorost: I made my living as a smuggler. Helped people out of the Empire.
Khvorost: It was, it was a good life. Always exciting. Always watching my back. Never a boring moment.
Khvorost: Then, then, one day, I helped some foreign hero escape the city in a hurry, and well, here we are.
Khvorost: Yes, yes, well. I do what I must to survive.
Khvorost: Speaking of which. I'd— I would like to claim that favor from you.
Khvorost: If you don't mind. Could...
Khvorost: Could you tell me about Tomix?
Khvorost: I like a good story.
Khvorost: Yes, yes, well, I figured people here would have known you, <Character>, and we are friends, after all!
Khvorost: Why on, why on Lore would we name it that?! That place was a drag! I want nothing, nothing to do with it!
Khvorost: How about... The Dark Cave Murshrom Academy?!
Khvorost: Nope, nope! Already bored with it! Way, waaay too boring!
Khvorost: That's... that's a pretty name.
Khvorost: Me too! Me too! I'm proof of it too!
Thanks to Phastore for image.
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