The Knight had been the first to answer Olga’s question. Well, this should be interesting, she thought to herself. Knights were always filled with tales of this and that. Sometimes it was boring but every now and then there was a gem of a tale somewhere. As someone who told a lot of stories herself, she should know.<br/><br/>Olga listened closely to everything that the Knight had to say. He had her undivided attention. Every bit of information was valuable, no matter what it was, even if it was just some facts. There was no telling just how useful it might be later on down the road. Rumors have surrounded Neyr even before it had become a fallen kingdom; how many of them were true, and what was just a rumor, was pretty hard to differentiate. After all, every kingdom had its secrets and those who dwelled there were often blind to the truth. Many of which had not started to spread around until recently when that man came to the kingdom. She had not been around when the man was telling his tales, and a lot of those who had been there didn’t seem to want to speak about it. From what she understood, all he did was cause more questions and rumors to erupt.<br/><br/>What stood out the most was what the Knight had to say about the catacombs. “If these catacombs exist and were used as a place to bury the dead, and hide secrets, I will agree that it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead check them out for a source.” She nodded. It sounded plausible, something spawning from there that could be the cause of a curse. Perhaps someone from the afterlife was angry about something? Some sort of forbidden ritual happened? Maybe a spell had gone wrong? Hell, it was pretty common for someone to lose their marbles and decide to practice dark magic, only to have it backfire and create a horrible, horrible mess that more often than not, was unable to be cleaned up. There were a lot of possibilities, to be honest, and it was pretty obvious that the only way to find out for sure was to explore everything thoroughly once they got there.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Did you know that in catacombs with gold and any sort of precious gems, there is a moss that feeds off of the shine of the treasure much like sunlight for normal plants, and it then is in turn used for light potions. It makes a glowing salve that you can put on anything, like a pain…It is rather rare to come by, because I mean, how often do you find a hoard of gold or gems, but the neat thing about…”</span>The Cleric chimed in suddenly.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to the Cleric and looked him over. Morcant, she was sure his name was, she had seen him around before though has never worked with him prior to this mission. Her lips parted to speak, but was cut off immediately by the Paladin, Rhan, who told another tale about these catacombs. Something a lot darker than what she had heard about the kingdom herself, almost unexpected yet somehow she knew it was of importance.<br/><br/>“Attepoc…” She repeated when Rhan asked if anyone had heard the name before, thinking it over for a moment. “No, I can’t say I have heard that name before.” Her father was the one who usually kept track of all the monsters that roamed the land. There were many tales, and many beasts, monsters, whatever was the more appropriate term. Sometimes the creatures were benevolent beings, or, more often than not, misunderstood. Dark creatures were a little more uncommon. When she was little, he would tell her tales of all sorts of beasts. However, she did not recall him ever mentioning anything about Attepoc before; he probably knew nothing of this creature. Judging by Rhan’s words, she was sure that not too many knew about this Attepoc either. It was probably for a good reason. The very name was enough to send a chill down her spine and an uneasy feeling to settle in her stomach.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">I have a feeling we might be dealing with more than just some ritual or curse.</span>Vehrgeist spoke up, in a way both commenting on, and teasing Olga about her previous thoughts. Something told Olga that her companion spoke the truth. As she always did.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That’s what I’m beginning to wonder, and I don’t think this king is any ordinary greedy king either… Have you heard of this ‘Attepoc’ before, V?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">No, I have not. But I do agree with you, and we need to be very careful. Greed is often more dangerous than a curse.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yeah. You don’t have to tell me twice.</span>She leaned in a little closer to her companion, running her fingers along the scales of her neck gently as she slowly let out a soft breath. Perhaps she was a little nervous as well. A lot of things started running through her mind just then. These catacombs were going to have to be searched, she was even sure of it now, sticking by what was said about the source being there. How powerful was this thing? She was silent for awhile, expecting her companion to chime in, but nothing more was said. She often relied on Vehrgeist’s words to keep her alert. Now, it seems both of them were going in blind. It was both terrifying and exciting. The glory of working with a group like this, she supposed. It looks like she couldn’t completely rely on her companion this time around.<br/><br/>“The Wingless…” Another member of the group, the Hunter, Alonzo, spoke up before she could say anything else. She hadn’t even noticed him until now. He cleared his throat and moved up closer to the others, joining in on the conversation. “Yes, I have heard of that name before. When I use to go out on hunts, I would hear all sorts of stories. All I can really say about it is some old legend that says Apteros was a dragon that had its wings torn in a battle an Archdemon. Alternatively, there’s another story suggesting the dragon had its wings ripped off by humans sometime during the war between humans and dragons.” He paused for a moment, and then shrugged. “I don’t know if these stories are true, though; I really don’t think half of the stories I’ve heard are true.”