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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

What was green, wiggly, large, and cranky?

Fjord trying to shake the jello off on the foundry's front stoop, not wanting to set foot inside today while he was sticky all over. He'd been around for December's strange precipitation, of course, but even the falling sugar was relatively innocuous compared to the slime that was slowly oozing its way down the back of Fjord's shirt, prompting another horrified shudder out of him.

He'd actually get to work eventually. Probably. But for the time being, he was mostly just wondering why it couldn't be raining something easy to deal with, like... he didn't know, maybe water.

Hell, as more jello squidged its way down his back, Fjord was reasonably certain he'd even take falling turnips.

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Caduceus had to chuckle about that. After all Fjord hasn't met Caleb or Nott yet.

"For the most part," he agreed. "I'm leaving out a lot but I think it's important for you to make this journey without the burden of knowing what will happen. Specifically, I think it's important for the journey you may eventually take."

That is if Fjord ever goes back to Exandria.

Going back was definitely in the cards! Probably!

They were working on it!

"The journey," Fjord echoed. "And this journey, it's an eye-opener, is it?"

"If it doesn't open your eyes then it wasn't much of a journey, right?" Caduceus pointed out. He gave Fjord a sympathetic look. "I know a little bit of what you are going through. If there's anything I can do to help, come by the graveyard and I'll make some tea and we can talk. No pressure. I'm just here to help."

Fjord hesitated for a moment at that offer. Opened his mouth a bit. And then closed it again. Pondered what to say.

"Makes me curious what you know," he went with. "Because what I'm goin' through? I don't really understand yet."

Caduceus frowned. "There's not much I can tell you now," he said sympathetically. "But at this point, I have to ask you if you've started having the dreams and the part where you spit out sea water."

Fjord's reaction to that was an immediate blink and a slight recoil. If there was any doubt before that this man was who he said he was, well...

"Once or twice," he replied, a little guarded. "Keep getting told something's watching."

"That sounds about right," Caduceus said with a nod. "I have a feeling a lot of things are watching us right now. One way or another."

He certainly wasn't surprised or offended by Fjord's reaction. "Don't worry. I'm not telling anyone what I already know. Or what you might know. I say that to let you know that at one point you trusted me enough in my timeline to share that with me. Hopefully at some point on this island I can earn your full trust."

Fjord gave a slow nod, processing that, too.

"Well," he said, picking at his words carefully as he went, "I appreciate your... discretion. It is good to see another person from home around here, even if I don't quite know you, yet."

Another pause.

"The graveyard, you said?"

"Yes. It's sort of a family profession. And a calling," Caduceus explained with a small smile. It's not the first time he's had this conversation. "As part of our duties to the Wildmother."

He held up his holy symbol of Melora for emphasis.

"Huh. Wildmother." Fjord eyed the symbol thoughtfully. And then shrugged. "Wouldn't have thought that serving her would take anyone to a graveyard. I see the lighthouse tribute they built to her whenever our ship would pass by Nicodranas, but never really thought much about it."

Caduceus got a little dreamy at the mention of the statue. There was more to that statue than it let as was the caretaker. But that was for another time.

“Well, nature is all about the cycle of life. Death is just a portion of it. There’s a story about that happened but it’s long and for another day. Just remember if you need to talk or just want a cup of tea you can find me over there. Or if you’re hungry. Not for this weird thing falling from the sky but I make a mean stew.”

"Stew sounds a hell of a lot more appetizing than..." Fjord gestured at the glop that was gathering in piles on the tarp, and then melting in the heat of the building. "You know, I might just take you up on that at some point, Caduceus. Thank you."

This was still... weird. Very weird.

But it didn't seem like a bad weird. Fjord could live with that.

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