“What, they get warmer the closer we get to the darkness? How close are we considering they’re so warm?” Aardal gave Akello a confirmatory nod. Aardal felt the soft thud of somebody dropping in the grass and he turned to see what happened to see them hudling down in the grass as if hiding from some danger. Were they really so stupid? They looked like one of those birds that think they’re invisible when they burry their heads in the ground. Aardal felt they were overeacting their fear and acting stupidly with this move because that choice can not save them from anything, and Aardal feels it’s just done to discourage him. They were treating him like a beast when he they had no reason to and Aardal was sick of it. He rolled his eyes at them, hoping they see he isn’t made to feel smaller by their pityful attempts. He’s had years of worse treatment for him to consider this type of behaviour a threat. That doesn’t save him, however, from passing judgement and thinking they’re not worth his time. “Are they …?” Akello asked an unfinished question, but even if the question is not finished, he knew what he was going to ask. Yes … They are serious. Aardal wanted to say, but he instead just nodded to Akello.
One of them rose from their hiding place, the apathetic one. They seemed intrigued as they walked over, and Aardal didn’t feel threathened by them or felt like they didn’t believe him. He was glad one of them decided to entertain the thought he might be telling the truth, so he decided to stop messing with them. “Yes, they’re teh runes I made myself and they burn with dark energy, which produces heat. They’re close enough to bursting form the heat, but it’s not close enough … The heat left from whatever darkness was here is fizzing out, becoming cold. It’s already late and I either need to find it now or lose it forever.” Aardal decided to let this one know the truth, since they aren’t small minded like the other one. He looked them straight in the eyes and said “You’re Fable, aren’t you?” knowing it would surprise them he knew their name. In order to not frighten or surprise them too much he said “Dux told me your names. He said you guys would help me when I told them about the darkness here. So knowing this can you help your friend realize he isn’t here to arrest me so we can do what is needed?” Aardal felt he could trust Fable to be reasonable and convince his friend he’s being ridiculous. He looked at the patch of grass from which he lurked, looking down on him with a judgmental look. Aardal has spent most of his life, actually all of his life, being judged and lied about no matter what he did, and looking at that patch of grass he decided it was time to turn the table around and treat that jerk the way he was treated by him. Giving him a taste of his own medicine. Acting as if he doesn’t trust him no matter how hard he proves himself, Aardal will judge him and treat him like a monster. See if he comes out as patient and soft-spoken and mild-mannered as he did after esentially his whole life of such treatment. He decided to spare the other two of any such treatment.
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