"Uhm... excuse me...? Ca-can you help me? I am looking for a Koschei of Oakdown. I am... eh... I was told to meet him here and this place is so ridiculously vast and confusing", Ailla lied. She knew perfectly who she was talking to, as well as she knew every inch of this building. But pretending to be that sweet and harmless 27th century human, she added a little nescience to her disguise as well.
{whoa hi this is old I’m so sorry}
@ailla-zagreus
The Master raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t heard that title spoken in a very long time “That would beg the question of who is looking for him, after all, he’s been dead a millennia at the very least.”
There were a small handful of people who would know this name, an even smaller handful who weren’t dead (or presumed so). “I would be happy to point you in the right direction if you tell me who you are.”
