@checkandmate
Weariness after missions had become an unfortunate repetition in Daud's later years. Granted, here, he felt better than he had in a long while. It felt good to work again, and test his blade against flesh and magic.
But days underground in a disorienting tomb made of displaced, transpositional rooms, fighting a horde and treating injuries, receiving new medicines...
He'd started to feel ill from the virus Ada had injected cannibalizing the other microbes in his body as well as the fatigue of exertion. Ada had relieved himself and Cahara of their duties temporarily so she could examine the key they received as a reward, and prepare a space for follow up treatments and a physical examination in a few days.
For now, he was content to return to the house he was assigned, little more than a bed and storage area for his notes and trinkets.
Daud quietly turned the knob in the darkness, easing the door open out of habit- and paused when the baseline scent of the air drafting out was twinged with other smells.
Drink. Another person.
Instinctively felt his eyes begin to shift to take in darkness, and the vibrations that emanated from him.
Through the walls, the glowing silhouette of a tall man hunched over and looking at things. Unusual to Daud, the golden glow of the "prey" not only had the lantern glow of its sight-range, but a kind of "aura" around his body.
A different kind of awareness that Daud hadn't seen before. But when the waves of the muted sound of his own footsteps intersected with the aura of the man, he noted a pause, and a shift in attention.
Daud closed the door behind him, keeping attention on the man who was now mutually aware of another in the space.
"House 119," he rasps, "I was wondering when someone was going to show up. Are you Kennedy?"
