“Who in the name of the Light knocks at…” Retvik rubbed his eyes as he climbed out of bed. “Who the fuck knocks on the door at fucking 6 in the morning?” The Rethavok lumbered downstairs, pausing only to wrap something around his uncovered stomach. “I mean, seriously, who knocks on doors at 6?”
As he entered the main living area, he noticed Tenuk was awake and sitting at the table.
“Hi Retvik.”
“You could answer that, you know!” Retvik snapped.
“Sorry…” Tenuk seemed distracted. With a sigh, Retvik went to answer the door.
Standing there was a Skyavok holding a rifle and a blade, tied together with a bow.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning…” Retvik repeated. “Uh, who are you and why are you here?”
The Skyavok was rather small, smaller than normal. They had bright white armour with bright yellow highlights. Their eyes shined a bright gold colour. Retvik vaguely recognised them, but he couldn’t remember where from.
“Oh hello Psiksi!” Elksia beamed as she pushed Retvik to one side. “What brings you here?”
Psiksi tutted, then lifted up the weapons. “I found these on my doorstep this morning, with a note on them asking me to deliver them to you.”
Elksia looked at the weapons, blinked several times then squeaked loudly. “WHERE DID YOU GET THESE?”
“What? I just told you!” Psiksi tutted again. “They were on my doorstep this morning, with a note attached to them. Sent from someone called Arkadin. He left them on my doorstep and left a note saying to bring them here…” Psiksi paused. “I’ll be honest, I thought my first time meeting the Dessaron would be a… bit more special…”
“Well it is six in the morning!” Retvik returned to the door. “We just woke up. But come in anyway. Maybe Tenuk has a better idea of what is going on…”
Retvik led the little Skyavok inside, closing the door behind him. He sat Psiksi down on the table in front of Tenuk, then went to make himself a hot drink. He was tired and the last thing he wanted to do was be berated by a tiny little Skyan.
Tenuk was still in an odd way. He eyed Psiksi and the weapons he had brought in. Elksia stood behind them both, hoping that maybe Tenuk knew what was going on.
“So what’s so special about these things, and why am I here delivering them to you?”
With a grunt, Tenuk inspected the weapons. His eyes widened though as he realised what they were.
“I mean, why can’t this Arkadin fellow deliver them himself?”
Tenuk turned to Psiksi. “Did you see this Arkadin?”
“No, it was just what the note said…” Psiksi pulled a folded piece of paper out from a pouch on his belt and handed it to Tenuk. “It was the sort of knock on the door and run away thing. Never saw them.”
The Kronospast sighed. “These weapons, little one, they disappeared after Arkay died. Everything Arkay owned, it all disappeared. It turned out that Arkay was not a Skyavok at all, but something else entirely.”
“A Kronospast?”
“No.”
“A, uh, some weird Panvok species we haven’t discovered yet?”
“No.”
Retvik sat down with four mugs of hot chocolate, passing them around. “Apparently he was the God of Death himself, taking mortal form to stop the Kronospasts from killing him and his sister. And before you say anything, yes, we do know how insane that sounds, but that is the truth, apparently. I guess he sent these weapons to you because he wants someone to fill the empty void left by his mortal guise.”
Elksia glanced at Retvik, then giggled. “That was rather elegant for six in the morning.”
“I’m sorry…” Psiksi apologised. “I should have called ahead. But I need to get to work this morning, I have a tight schedule. The idea of… working with you is… tempting, but…”
“We could always do with a new fourth!” Elksia was beaming. “It’s been too quiet, just the four of us.”
“Would be nice to go adventuring again…” Retvik admitted. “Sure what I do is important for the Union but… It is so dull most of the time…”
“Tell you what!” Tenuk patted Psiksi on the shoulder. “Leave these weapons here with us, and have a think about what you do. Clearly Arkay would have wanted you here, otherwise he wouldn’t have sent you his beloved rifle. So you have a good old think, and when you’re ready, give us a call and we’ll meet up and have a chat.”
“Sounds good to me, I guess…” Psiksi shrugged. “It’s not like the other Ξ–Class need me… I’ll have to talk to them first anyway…” Psiksi glanced at the band on his wrist, an alarm flashing on it. “But I have to get going. Thank you for, uh, seeing me…”
“No worries!” Tenuk smiled. “See you soon!”