Kell hazards a weak smile, made even more bleak by his sorry state. It has been an effort to contact Rhy. It's been close to impossible to repeat that feat, this time not even in his own domain, but Kell is everything if not persistent. The more he is barred from doing something, the more he's motivated to do it anyway.
"Not that great," he replies. "Got myself kidnapped by creeps in robes and masks. Sound like a scene from a cheap play, but yes, that's exactly what happened."
Even this modest amount of banter almost costs him his focus. He knows he's on borrowed time. But then Viktor comes into view, and Kell feels a renewed sense of purpose.
"I met the girl you sent. The white-haired one. She's doing better than the most of the others." Definitely better than he does, given she's just saved his ass. Kell knows he remembers her name, it just slips his mind. There are only so many things he can focus at the same time. Right. Important things.
Kell stares at Jayce. It's hard to say, but he knows that he would want confirmation if this was Rhy.
"They got Caitlyn." There. He's got the worst out. "You probably already know that. I saw her. Had no chance to speak. I will... try. She's holding up."
Kell is painfully aware, he's not sounding very coherent. Clawing for other information he so desperately needed to share, only to feel it slip his grasp. The masks! Yes, the masks!
"I need to show you. It's either the enchantment on the place, or those people, they're not really human."
There's an image of a deck of cards that Kell holds in his mind, that he's taking inspiration from, as he's excruciatingly slowly materializing page after page of drawings. A masked Acolyte. A detailed image of the mask itself, both it's front and the pronged back. A face with keyhole for eyes. A more crude image of a tall cavern wall overgrown by strange fungus, with smears in place where details should be. Kell doesn't even have the strength to physically hand those four pages to Jayce. They just fall to the ground the moment they're fully materialized. There's no telling how long they will keep their form. Or even if they stay the moment he leaves.
"Maybe you'll be able to find what those masks mean."
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"Not that great," he replies. "Got myself kidnapped by creeps in robes and masks. Sound like a scene from a cheap play, but yes, that's exactly what happened."
Even this modest amount of banter almost costs him his focus. He knows he's on borrowed time. But then Viktor comes into view, and Kell feels a renewed sense of purpose.
"I met the girl you sent. The white-haired one. She's doing better than the most of the others." Definitely better than he does, given she's just saved his ass. Kell knows he remembers her name, it just slips his mind. There are only so many things he can focus at the same time. Right. Important things.
Kell stares at Jayce. It's hard to say, but he knows that he would want confirmation if this was Rhy.
"They got Caitlyn." There. He's got the worst out. "You probably already know that. I saw her. Had no chance to speak. I will... try. She's holding up."
Kell is painfully aware, he's not sounding very coherent. Clawing for other information he so desperately needed to share, only to feel it slip his grasp. The masks! Yes, the masks!
"I need to show you. It's either the enchantment on the place, or those people, they're not really human."
There's an image of a deck of cards that Kell holds in his mind, that he's taking inspiration from, as he's excruciatingly slowly materializing page after page of drawings. A masked Acolyte. A detailed image of the mask itself, both it's front and the pronged back. A face with keyhole for eyes. A more crude image of a tall cavern wall overgrown by strange fungus, with smears in place where details should be. Kell doesn't even have the strength to physically hand those four pages to Jayce. They just fall to the ground the moment they're fully materialized. There's no telling how long they will keep their form. Or even if they stay the moment he leaves.
"Maybe you'll be able to find what those masks mean."