THERE IS A MAP ON THE JOURNAL ITSELF... Death's attempt to inform the djinn trailed off as the djinn was once again distracted with...something. A children's game from the looks of it. Death watched for a few seconds, idly pondering how a creature with such a limited attention span had survived for so long.
He saw the woman arrive - Susan Sto Helit, said the name - heard her address - she was searching for her grandfather, it seemed - and ignored it. With any luck she would find this grandfather of hers, but Death wished to know more about the djinn before him.
A few seconds of mutual silence passed before he realized that no grandfather was responding to the woman's comment. Odd.
A few more seconds of that same silence passed before he realized that the woman was still there and still looking at him. He looked back at her, then turned around to see if perhaps this grandfather was behind him.
Not a soul. Not unless this woman was related to one of the Paixaoan citizens, and Death highly doubted that.
Thoroughly confused, he turned to face the woman once again. EXCUSE ME?
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He saw the woman arrive - Susan Sto Helit, said the name - heard her address - she was searching for her grandfather, it seemed - and ignored it. With any luck she would find this grandfather of hers, but Death wished to know more about the djinn before him.
A few seconds of mutual silence passed before he realized that no grandfather was responding to the woman's comment. Odd.
A few more seconds of that same silence passed before he realized that the woman was still there and still looking at him. He looked back at her, then turned around to see if perhaps this grandfather was behind him.
Not a soul. Not unless this woman was related to one of the Paixaoan citizens, and Death highly doubted that.
Thoroughly confused, he turned to face the woman once again. EXCUSE ME?