@quintus_knightfall:
Slow, deliberate. The definition of a calm and cold atmosphere, the fog of war neither dissipating nor relenting. Temple or not, this place had been haunted by the Heathen for a long while - be that a few moments or an eternity. He looped his arm around Quintus' broad shoulders.
"What was what?" he smirked, feigning ignorance.
Wherever his new friend looked, he would find nothing but the temple grounds. Abandoned. Empty. Bereft of even the slightest breeze, stagnant and suffocating. The Smiling Man put his hand on Quintus' chest, half-reassuringly but overwhelmingly something else. A host to a panicked guest? Most likely.
"You're imagining things," he stepped away from his visitor. Each long, drawn-out gesture of his exaggerated pace carried him deeper into the... ballroom. Dimly-lit, extravagant. They had been lost in the mountains for their introduction but somehow they... they had always been here as well. If Quintus would look around, he would find the baroque architecture of kings and queens solidified in all directions.
"But on to my joke," Heathen continued without skipping a beat. He seemed ultimately responsible for this change of scenery. Or maybe he was bringing them back to reality? Something for Quintus to discover.
"There was a boy who lived in Germany,"
A noise from an adjacent room, probably nothing.
"They called him 'Bratwurst Christoff', because his father made the best sausages in town. But he was part of a poor family. His mother left and his sister died of measles,"
He tapped something in his hand. He was holding an empty wine glass.
"Sadly, Christoff died one day. His father opens shop after a bereavement period and everyone loves his new recipe for sausage,"
Setting it down on the table, it was full.
"He says 'I have Christoff to thank for it'!"
The 'comedian' clapped his hands together, hoarsely keeping his chuckling inside before exploding into a chorus of horrifying laughter. The walls echoed with the disturbing sound.
And then, that noise from before repeated itself - louder, against the barrier directly separating it from the two. Muffled, as if wrestling against thick fabric.
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