Maybe hide’n’seek wasn’t the best idea, you guys.
Because the Veilguard is surprisingly good at hiding. Suddenly Rook has a touch of empathy for the Evanuris, because it’s been half an hour and they haven’t heard a single peep. Their team are a bunch of badasses, and the false elven gods aren’t going to stand a chance.
“Emmrich? Bellara?” Perhaps, they reflect, looking under the kitchen table for the millionth time, it was a bad idea to play in the fade with two nerds who know everything about it.
“Harding?” they push aside some plants, kick a few rocks, and look hopelessly at all the flagstones in the courtyard. They really should have made a rule about not using ancient Titan stone magic too. Harding could be curled up under anyone of these.
They don’t bother looking for Lucanis. They Will Not find Lucanis.
“Manfred? Assan?” surely those two were the weakest link in the chain. Rook takes a little bag of treats out of their pocket and shakes it.
“Treats?!” they call hopefully, listening for the slightest rustle of a feather, or the rattle of a bone.
Despondently, Rook wanders into the library, staring up at the floating bookshelves. They wouldn’t put it beyond any one of their team to be clinging to the side of them.
“Neve? Davrin?” for two ‘no-nonsense’ types like the detective and the warden, they were taking this very seriously. Competition was a powerful drug.
Whose idea had this been anyway? Team building exercises? Why didn’t they just go on the Crows rope course in Treviso like Teia had suggested? But no, Emmrich, Harding had thought this would be ‘fun.’ and Taash had backed them up.
“Dragon!” Rook shouts. How did their slayer manage to hide so well with that stature and those horns?!
“Rook?” they shout for the heck of it.
“ROOK!” came a rattling hiss in answer, followed by some whispering and scrambling, and a hushed, “No, Manfred!”
Aha! Rook took off up the stairs.