Oooh… Remind me to tread lightly when it comes to Sister Liz’s libations….
I finally recovered enough to set out toward Divinity’s Reach. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to be able to find this friendly krait, so having to trek back to DR in order to take the gate back to LA and tell Berta I failed was tingeing the beauty of Queensdale with a shade of disappointment.
Almost to Shaemoor Garrison, I heard some skritt ramblings about a krait actually bowing to the “Windmill King.” The old skritt was a tad off, but if he wanted to be the Windmill King, he wasn’t hurting anyone. In any case, since it was on the way, I figured I would stop in and see if he would “hear me.”
When I got there, it was obvious that the krait had talked to him, as he was fairly giddy with the “power” he had over the krait and he was more than willing to brag about it. He told me that the krait had gone in search of other “Windmill Kings” and was last seen heading to Shaemoor Fields.
So, like a moth to a flame, I had to see if the krait was still there. I had come too far not to try.
As I got closer, there were people staring and pointing. I followed their gaze and lo and behold! There was a krait! Hoping against hope this was the krait I had left my hearth to find, I cautiously approached and waved. This was going to be easierr than I thought.
“Are you the krait that is looking to be friends with humans?”
He turned toward me. “Yessss” was what he said.
Relief flooded over me.
“Thank the Spirits! I have been all over Divinity’s Reach and Queensdale to find you!”
He smiled… I think…
“My name is Ella Cynder. Berta, my cousin is the President of the Shiverpeaks chapter of the Tyrian Welcome Wagon. She chose me to come find you and welcome you to Tyria.” I handed him a small pack. “Inside you’ll find a map of the area, instructions on how to use the Asura Gates, and a coupon book good for discounts at Two-Ters in Lion’s Arch. There is also an invitation to come visit Hoelbrak, the home city of the Norn race, which I am one of.” I looked at his cold blooded body and added, “You’ll have to bring your own supplemental body heat.”
We talked for an hour or more, and I found that he simply got tired of killing humans, so he thought he would come ashore and see if he could make friends. He thanked me, and of all things….he hugged me. Definitely a strange sensation.
I left him knowing that of all the krait in the world, Krait was one I could call a Friend.
I briefly stopped by LA to see Berta and report that I had succeeded, and promptly resigned from the organization. I waved, and FINALLY got to go home to my hearth. Maybe Krait will come see me someday.
