[IRP] Dread Star's Zenith

[Alusq]

Nichol's hunch about Lennox was seeming to be more and more correct: the man was well-traveled, mentioning both Etruria and Ostia in the same breath. He continued listening: it seemed Lennox had a lot to say, and Nichol wasn't about to cut short any potential clues as to how this man's surname was too embedded in his mind for it to be the first time he had encountered it. He could've sworn he'd heard another voice in the background, but it must've been his thoughts swimming again— until Jerome locked himself into a combat stance, the guardsman's armour clicking once before it became silent and his boots slowly sinking into the underbrush as they froze. Nichol assumed a similar position, holding his spear close. Was this it? His blood pumped a little faster and time marched a little slower as he waited for signs of noise or movement.