Let's Discuss Your Findings (Mila)

[Mila]

Never underestimate the connections you make huh.. hmm. Mila was a little lost in thought at that comment. She really should send a few letters out to some forgotten colleagues back in Eturia. She didn't know what had become of them since she left the country. And the few times she returned they weren't exactly the first things on her mind.

"Ah, you mean the good sir who gave me the letter initially. Yes he did seem like the body guard sort." She seemed to nod in agreement.

"So the man died and then became a reanimated corpse. Hmm.. was the infection the cause of it or was it something done after death? There are so many questions." She wished she was there to see a man turn into an undead. Well, that's not true. She HAD seen that before but the way Mr.Bar made it sound.. well it wasn't like her experience. She was used to seeing men turn into ghouls in the middle of the battle. And they had to promptly be put down in battle with little to no chance to fully research them.

"Ah.. well my research.. my involvement in it. Well the story behind it is a bit depressing now that I think on it. I became a scholar in Eturia. One day my colleagues were tasked to investigate a ruin in Nabata." Her gaze shifted to the empty mug of tea. Her face a bit more serious then it was a moment ago.

"I won't.. go into to many details. But.. there was an accident and I survived. My physical recovery was fine.. but the mental recovery was not." She still wasn't fully recovered in the mental health department. She had a persistent fear of thunder, darkness, and confined spaces. The nightmares of the event like to show up occasionally.

"I had lost a large chunk of my drive and passion to research things. Osita fell and then the monsters started to show up. I think.. it was because they were such a new phenomenon.. it woke up my drive to do things. And well.. here I am." She glanced back up at her guest.

"Sorry I didn't mean for that to get awkward." She grabbed and nibbled on a biscuit.

"So there are other's out there who are researchers? I will admit I haven't met too many others who specialize in monsters."

[Rowan 'Turambar' Gaunt]

”I, erm, can only suppose that meant no.” The Seer lowered an eyebrow, thrown off by Clover's sudden introspection. From the sound of things, she'd seen her own share of misfortune. ”If my prodding has touched on a nerve, I apologize. My intention was only to stimulate the conversation.” The Seer blinked several times, feeling just as awkward as his biscuit-nibbling colleague. Truly, a bad subject to have broached.

”For whatever it is worth.” The Seer cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact entirely. ”I have seen my own share of hardships. Never a loss of ambition as you have described, but... ” An urge to bare the scars on his arms swelled within the researcher. A part of him wanted to mire in his contemporary's regret, find some kind of meaning in their mutual hardships, but he restrained himself. ”Suffice it to say I too have seen my share of adversity in this life, and I too am less than open to discussing it.” The Seer found himself clutching his arms. His scars tingled. It was a sensation Rowan could only describe as 'warm'. ”We should, erm, we should discuss something else”

”-Ahem- Only so many of us as I understand it.” Rowan cleared his throat, thankful for the new topic of discussion. ”I believe the few who do operate within Lycia, although with the spillage of undead into the north I'd be amazed if we do not begin to see Ilian monster researchers within the coming year.” Rowan furrowed his brow, frustrated by a stray thought. ”I imagine there would be more of us if the nature of our work wasn't so closely tied to the nether. But such is the way of things.” He shrugged.

(My apologies for having taken so long with the reply. This last month has been difficult for me writing-wise.)

[Mila]

"That's fine. I wasn't.. expecting you to reveal much about your history. We all have burdens to bear and eventually overcome." She clenched her fist a bit. She remembered this line from an old friend who was eventually purged from their home city during the rise of Kraft. She nodded softly. She didn't intend to reveal much about her history either but there it was at least a part of it out in the open.

"I suppose you are right. As the monsters become more and more of a problem across the land.. there will be others out there who would research them. I'd still like to at least meet a few more to compare notes." She suddenly remembered why Rowan was there.

"Did you happen to bring any research of your own Mr.Barr?" She had displayed a good chunk of her research so far. She hoped she had done enough to impress this other researcher with her notes. Her carefully crafted notes. But, now she was curious to read about her guest's research. She wanted to know what sort of ghastly details he had recorded in his books of anatomy.
How did they compare to her own notes? Where there anything in his research that could bring a clue to the behavior of monsters? She finished munching on the biscuit she had in her hand and quickly wiped away the crumbs.

"I am curious to see how our notes compare." She smiled softly at the pale-faced man. She was grateful for the change of topic and then signaled the waitress for another cup of tea.