[There’s a sound nearby. It’s close to Litany approaching, but more metallic almost as if made of clockwork. The being that shows itself is similar to Litany, but lacking the signature eyes and grey color.]
uhh… 4m 1 1n th3 wr0ng pl4c3?
[It chirps, a noise reminiscent of a cuckoo clock, if someone were to hit a cuckoo clock with a hammer.]
[ The Guille stand motionless for a moment, then two. One of them speaks up after a moment. ]
"you're... acquainted with Litany, We've heard."
[ Murmurs from the crowd. ]
"kookoo, was it? right-- yes, you are most definitely in the 'wrong place'. Sinrow is Litany's domain-- and unless They invited you, for whatever reason, unprompted visitors are not taken to kindly."
"...would you like Us to escort you out? We are only offering because (sometimes) Litany is in good spirits with you."
"sometimes. They've said--"
[ One of the Guille hushes the other. They sigh, and fall silent again, brushing it off. ]
4h! Th4t m4k35 53n53- L1t4ny d035 l1k3 c0ncr3t3. 1 w45 try1ng t0 f1nd th3m s0 1 c0uld g1v3 th3m th15! [It extends one of its claws. A carefully carved piece of wood sits in its talons, held gently as to not damage the piece.]
0n3 0f th3 51nn3r5 w4nt3d m3 t0 dr0p 1t 0ff f0r th3m- th3y’r3 t00 sc4r3d of L1t4ny t0 d3l13v3r 1t th3m53lv35.
[It holds the wood a little closer, so the Guilles can see. The carving is of Litany’s eyes, with moon flowers around the edges of the piece. It’s very well done, although the maker seems to have dropped it at one point, if the chunk missing from the back is any clue.]
[ One of the Guille at the front takes it, holding it gently. ]
"..huh. understood. We will make sure it gets to Them. is there a name to this sinner, so We can say who made it?"
[Kookoo makes a slightly apologetic sound, like a clock that’s realized it made a mistake.]
1 c0uldn’t c4tch th31r n4m3- th3y’r3 sc4r3d 0f m3 t00, ju5t l355 th4n th3y 4r3 0f L1t4ny. 1 h0p3 th4t d035n’t c4u53 4ny 155u35?
[ They shrug. ]
"no issue. just curious. is that all?"
[it nods, moving back to give the Guilles space again. There is a lot of them, after all.]
Th4t’5 4ll! Th4nk5 f0r th3 h3lp- 1 c4n n3v3r tr4ck d0wn L1t4ny 0n my 0wn. B3 s4f3, y0u 4ll. S33 y0u 4r0und!
[Kookoo takes off, the sound of clockwork fading as it leaves.]
