[ Fortunately, going up seems to help lead Fabian in the right direction, only aided by his Faerie Fire. The light halos a humanoid shape on the second floor in one of the farther back rooms, once entering and going through a large office space for multiple desks and computers--if lacking in more than two or three desks total, and a few separation walls to act as nothing but as guides as to where the paths around the work place would usually be if properly filled.
The room at the far end with the outlined figure inside has its blinds down, concealing whatever's inside. But there's no resistance once Fabian tries the door; it opens with a soft click, and nothing comes rushing for him. It leads into a private office, the blinds facing out into Etraya half-opened to offer some light inside. The remnants of a desk sit turned over and shoved against a wall, and in another part, bedding and pillows offer a makeshift bed on the ground. There's water bottles, a carrier bag with bits and bobs sticking out, and Gorgug sits amidst it all on top of the sheets: his legs pulled up and his arms around his knees, one held out as he seems to examine the soft glow that's been enchanted around him.
He doesn't speak up immediately upon Fabian's entrance; he doesn't even hurry to look, either at Fabian, or his axe that rests against the wall by him. But Gorgug turns his head to Fabian before his weapon, his expression detached, tired; his skin even looking paler, or just run-down like the rest of him, his clothes dirtied and torn.
He turns his head to him, but doesn't bother to meet his gaze. ]
Did you come to save me?
[ The question isn't mocking, or doesn't have the tone for it. But it's a reflection, an imitation of the last time they saw each other: when Fabian came to get back Gorgug, his Gorgug. Until that plan turned into rubble, the same disastrous mess that Gorgug's been leaving all around Etraya.
Gorgug called him. But Fabian surely came for another reason than just to answer him. ]
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The room at the far end with the outlined figure inside has its blinds down, concealing whatever's inside. But there's no resistance once Fabian tries the door; it opens with a soft click, and nothing comes rushing for him. It leads into a private office, the blinds facing out into Etraya half-opened to offer some light inside. The remnants of a desk sit turned over and shoved against a wall, and in another part, bedding and pillows offer a makeshift bed on the ground. There's water bottles, a carrier bag with bits and bobs sticking out, and Gorgug sits amidst it all on top of the sheets: his legs pulled up and his arms around his knees, one held out as he seems to examine the soft glow that's been enchanted around him.
He doesn't speak up immediately upon Fabian's entrance; he doesn't even hurry to look, either at Fabian, or his axe that rests against the wall by him. But Gorgug turns his head to Fabian before his weapon, his expression detached, tired; his skin even looking paler, or just run-down like the rest of him, his clothes dirtied and torn.
He turns his head to him, but doesn't bother to meet his gaze. ]
Did you come to save me?
[ The question isn't mocking, or doesn't have the tone for it. But it's a reflection, an imitation of the last time they saw each other: when Fabian came to get back Gorgug, his Gorgug. Until that plan turned into rubble, the same disastrous mess that Gorgug's been leaving all around Etraya.
Gorgug called him. But Fabian surely came for another reason than just to answer him. ]