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The river man rushed at Maynaux. Maynaux stood there and waited, knowing he wasn't in danger. The man's flailing slowed, and he came to a stop, a few fulms short of Maynaux.
"You... you need to help me."
This amused Maynaux. He couldn't help grinning at the guy. But he was in a good mood, so why not entertain the thought?
"Oh? Is there something in this for me? If I help you?"
"No! No, you don't understand. The people who did all of this, they didn't know what they were doing. They got it all wrong. This, it's all wrong."
Maynaux took in a slow breath. There wasn't much in terms of details to go on there. Restless spirits rarely made any sense at first.
"You mean the people that killed you?"
"No! Not... yes. But that's not important. They stopped it all. It's just here. It's right here, and... you need to help."
"Help you? What exactly is it you want me to do?"
The man turned and marched back into the river towards his flailing spot. Clearly, he wasn't bothered by the water, not having a body and all.
"Out here, in the water. You need to break it. It was all I could do to stop them from getting it. I threw it in the river before..."
Maynaux watched him. The very idea of getting soaking wet didn't appeal much to him. It wasn't sunny or warm enough. So, no matter how good a reason, he'd have to get something in return.
"I mean, ... sir. I'm sure that I could help you. But, you see, I'm headed somewhere, and you know, it should be worth my time."
The man clenched his fists and would be pounding them on the water. Still, the water was uninterested in being assaulted by him and just ran by as if he wasn't there.
"Gold! I have gold, it's in a house. But I need this now, and I don't know how long it will be here."
"Gold, you say? A lot of gold?"
Maynaux thought this would be good news after all. Even a tiny bit of gold was a lot of gold, after all. He headed along the river bank and looked across the water. Plucking a long branch down from a tree, he tested the depth of the water.
"What is it exactly that I'm looking for?"
"It's a pot, and it's got money inside it, a lot of money. But you can't have that."
Maynaux shrugged off his cloak and jacket and laid them on a rock. Then, poking his branch into the water, he took a few tentative steps toward the man. The water was cold, he thought now that he should have taken more layers off, but it was already too late.
"Just there by you?"
The man placed his head into the water and came back up.
"Right here, yes."
He could barely contain his excitement as Maynaux approached his prize. He bounced up and down, very energetic for a dead man. He didn’t seem to think it strange how casually Maynaux talked to him. But the dead do tend to get fixated on things, that’s why they stick around.
Maynaux looked down into the water. He did see 'something'. He took a deep breath and reached down, ducking under the water. After groping through the mud and pebbles, he clutched something large and round. Bringing it back up to the surface, brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at the thing.
"It's a pot."
"Yes, now quickly, you need to break it."
Maynaux waded back to the bank, looking at the pot the whole time.
"These markings, wards, aren't they? Why have you got magic wards on your pot?"
The man followed him back to the bank, similarly fixated on the pot.
"To keep it safe. But that's not important anymore; I need that money for medicine."
Maynaux shook the pot. Something jingled inside, coins maybe, and something else. Maynaux looked at the man and smiled.
"But now I have your money, so I think I don't need the gold anymore. As for medicine, I think you're a little beyond that, don't you think? How about we call this your final wish finished, you can get some rest, and I can get myself dry. I don't want you perving at me while I wring out my small clothes."
The man looked sadly at the pot and then at Maynaux.
"The medicine, it's not for me. It was for my son, one day he got a fever and, he's never been the same since. The medicine... Please, you need to help him. Don't you have a heart?"
Maynaux looked at the pot and then the man. He had a heart. But also, he was soaking wet... But also, full of egg sandwiches, so it was probably right that he did something good in return.
"Okay, but whatever is left over after buying the medicine, plus that gold you mentioned, that's mine too."
"Yes, yes. But you have to do it now."
Maynaux looked at the pot; the lid looked pretty well sealed on. So instead of worrying too much about it, he found a nice flat rock and smashed the side of the pot side against it.
RUN
Instantly, Maynaux knew something was wrong. Something terribly wrong. Whatever was in the pot wasn't money; it was something magical. Dark. A deep powerful hum permeated the air.
Maynaux backed up some, then a bit more towards the woods. The crazy old man was standing there, arms stretched out wide, staring at the pot.
Suddenly, there was a boom, like a cannon had been fired. A wispy black aether curled its way from the pot and formed into a stream of energy flowing into the man.
Maynaux backed away a little more. He didn't know if he should help him. Was this his plan all along?
RUN
The man's visage twisted. In wails of pain, his ghostly form became somehow corporeal again. Horns sprouted out from his head. A great pair of black leathery wings crunched through bone and broke out through his new skin.
RUN!
Maynaux knew he had to go. He took off running, a straight path, deep into the woods. He ran and ran until he feared his pounding heart would burst through his chest. He dove down into a ditch and lay, gasping for breath.
It didn't seem like he'd been chased. He lay there silently, listening for any sound. In his stillness, he slowly became aware of how cold he was.
"Some good you were. You warn me off egg sandwiches. But you see a voidsent, and you don't say a word."
He didn't get a reply.
Maynaux silently grumbled in his own thoughts. Still wet from the stream, and he left without his cloak or jacket. Stupid. Why would someone with gold need money? Why didn’t he think it through? The day had started out so well. Now he had messed it all up. He probably deserved it.
Maynaux tapped the stick into the loose soil, then straightened up the cross. It has been a long time since Maynaux felt guilty, betrayed even. The young Elezen wiped the sweat and tears from his face. He stared up at the sky, the Sun already having left to sleep. The day had started out so well, and now? Now it was all ruined.
Maynaux had woken up early with the birds. He knew it wasn't good to rest too long into the daylight. People would always come along to cause problems. And soon, one such person was about to appear.
He resumed his path from the day before, cutting his way through the woods and following the river.
"You're scaring the fish."
Maynaux span around in surprise at the voice. People didn't usually go unnoticed by him. Usually, he preferred it to be the complete reverse.
"Um, sorry, Mister. I'm just going on my way anyway."
"Before breakfast? A growing lad like you shouldn't be skipping meals."
Maynaux peered at the hooded Elezen on the river bank. People were terrible, but breakfast? Breakfast sounded like it would appeal very much to him right now. His stomach murmured its approval to this idea.
Careful now
Maynaux approached the man slowly. He had his little blade all ready to go. Just a little nick, if he were to try anything. Nothing too serious, just something for him to remember to not do it again.
"You have breakfast?"
Maynaux looked out at the fishing rods and empty nets sceptically.
"It's nothing much. Just egg sandwiches."
The man leaned over to the side and pulled up a battered metal lunch box. He opened it up, took out a sandwich and offered it to Maynaux.
"It's Mister Dausat, and you are?"
Maynaux skittishly approached and snatched the sandwich away, then backed up.
"Um, thank you, Mister Dauser."
"That's Dausat, and you're very welcome. Sit for a while. It seems the fish don't want to give me any company for the moment. But, I'd welcome some distraction from staring at these empty hooks."
Maynaux stooped some and leaned against one of the taller rocks jutting up from the ground. He was sitting as requested, so he started stuffing the sandwich into his mouth. The good thing about egg is that it requires minimal chewing.
Dausat watched Maynaux devouring half of his breakfast.
"Are you heading to the town?"
Maynaux shook his head vigorously. Town was always bad. But didn't need to interrupt his eating to add anything more.
Dausat looked up the river and then back to Maynaux.
"Just live in the forest, do you?"
Maynaux was most of the way through that sandwich now. He just shrugged.
"Not much for talking, are you?"
Dausat picked up the other half of his breakfast and offered it to Maynaux.
"Well, you best take this. I already ate before I left the house, and I'm sure you'll appreciate this more than me."
Maynaux stuffed the piece of crust he still held into his mouth and took the other sandwich from the Dausat. Maynaux didn't know why this stranger was lying to him; he was so lousy at it too. He didn't mind it too much, it just meant more egg sandwiches. He nodded some sort of thanks and went back to lean against his rock.
It turned out that Dausat lived a lot like him, out in the woods. But he'd made something of a humble home to live in. Over the half-bell or so, Dausat recounted how he'd come to live out here. For a tasty egg sandwich, Maynaux figured he'd earned at least that much of his time.
It soon became time for Maynaux to move on again. As agreeable as Dausat was, he was still people. But Maynaux decided he liked him; enough to decide he wasn't specifically 'bad' people.
"Uhh, thanks, Mister Dausat. But I should be going. I've got to... go. But really, thanks for breakfast."
Dausat stood up from his fishing spot and gave Maynaux a polite bow.
"It was nice to meet such a friendly face. Usually, it's just me. So if you happen by here again, I'm usually out fishing in the morning. I'll be sure to keep an extra sandwich on hand."
"Thanks again."
Maynaux nodded awkwardly, then cut a path directly into the woods to circle back to the river later. As he walked, he realised that Mister Dausat hadn't caught a fish that whole time. Maybe he should have helped him with that. No, that might have been dangerous. What if he had never let him go?
He walked some more, now back alongside the river. He realised he hadn't even told Mister Dausat his own name in return. Maybe if later in his journeys, he returned for another egg sandwich, he'd rectify this transgression.
After rounding a slight curve in turn of the river, Maynaux spotted a man. He stood waist-deep in the middle of the river, dunking his face beneath the surface, then coming back up and angrily flailing his arms.
Maynaux ducked low to the ground and watched him and his peculiar antics. It was then that the man spotted Maynaux crouching on the riverbank. With seemingly equal fury to his flailing, he thrust an extended finger at Maynaux.
"You! You can see me! Get over here."
The man waded quickly through the water towards Maynaux. Maynaux realised in a sudden calmness and relief, the water, it didn't move.
Maynaux stood up slowly and offered the man a little bow.
"Oh, I didn't realise at first. You're dead. Did you know?"
