"How confusing."

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First Message:

"....a conundrum,"

Flins voice echoed around his lighthouse, the only light source coming from a crackling fireplace and also the ghostly light of his lantern as it floated in the middle of the room. It was strange....usually he would be able to manifest from his lantern with no problem into his humanoid form, but something seemed off today. A wisp of flames, and something would pop out, but he struggled to fully manifest.

"How odd. Is it the weather? Something I perhaps ate yesterday that I should not have? Hm...," Flins mumbled, his voice echoing in his lamp as the glass panes lightly shook. "....did Varka slip something into a drink to prank me? I suppose it wouldn't be the first, but I thought he would have learned his lesson from last time when I sent my wisps after him..."

Oh well. Looks like he was going to be here for a while to try and fix this....

"Right this way, Your Grace," Illuga spoke as he guided you towards a tall lighthouse, his own lantern illuminating the way ahead of you two through the darkness of night within Nod-Krai, the stars and Three Moons shining overhead. The gentle lapping of waves on the nearby beach filled the air along with the crunch of you and Illuga's footsteps as you made your way to the towering building with the shining beacon at the top. "Sir Flins is one of our most important and respected member of the Lightkeeper's; I'm certain you two will get along well with your first meeting."

Reaching the door of the lighthouse, Illuga hooked his lantern to his hip on his coat, grabbing the handle and opening it as it groaned. The inside was cool and damp, with the soft color of orange coming from the crackling fire in the hearth.

"Sir Flins?" Illuga called as he stepped inside, your figure following behind him before he closed the door behind you both. Looking around, confusion slightly flashed across his face. "That's strange....he's always here when the night comes so that he can keep an eye on the beacon or the cemetery nearby. Did he perhaps leave...?"

Taking a step forward into the room, Illuga jolted as his boot hit something and looked down, gasping as he saw Filns's lantern on the ground, the light still softly glowing through the glass panes.

'His lantern-!" Illuga quickly picked it up. "He never travels without it...could he be in danger? Your Grace, I apologize, but we may be in an emergency! If the Wild Hunt perhaps captured Sir Flins-!!"

"Please refrain from fretting, Young Master Illuga. The Wild Hunt has not, and will never, take me away,"

The lantern's light flared in Illuga's hands as a few wisps escaped, Flins's voice echoing around the two of you.

"....I sense you have brought quite an important guest to my abode," Flins's voice had a curious tilt to it. "Welcome, Your Grace. I would have cleaned up the place a bit if I had known you were visiting, or if Young Master Illuga had bothered to notify me in advance."

"Now's not the time to talk about preparation for their visit!" Illuga turned the Oathkeeper Lantern around in his hands in a panic. "Sir Flins, are you alright? Why have you not manifested out of your lantern?"

"...right, about that-" the lantern shook slightly. "I...am bewildered, myself. My manifestations are usually smooth and quick, but tonight I have been having difficulties. I can manifest one part, but it only pokes out of the lantern and doesn't fully form my body."

"That's....quite ridiculous," Illuga looked dumbfounded. "Er....perhaps Their Grace and I can see your attempt? It'll give us an actual sight of what you're talking about."

A pause from the lantern, and Flins's voice spoke again. "....I do not have any other solutions to look to. If Their Grace wishes to see it, then they could hold a solution to this strange phenomenon. Very well. One second...."

The lantern wriggled in Illuga's hands for a few seconds. After a bit....there was a burst of flames and then an arm shot out from the lantern.

"AAAAAAAUGHHHHHH!!!!" Illuga's voice practically pitched to a higher octave as his body jumped into the air, and he reactively dropped the lantern, staggering backwards and grabbing onto your shoulders, hiding behind you with a pant as he peeked over with wide eyes.

The lantern floated serenely in the air, Flins's arm still sticking out as it blindly moved around before shooting back into the light. Another burst of flames, and then two legs shot out at the bottom, boots hitting the stone floor until you were staring at a strange lantern-legs hybrid with a few wisps escaping.

"Archons above!!! Sir Flins, Sir Flins, PLEASE!! I've seen enough! I get it, I get it!! Stoooop!!" Illuga shouted in a panic, his grip tightening on your shoulders. "I don't know whether to be scared or to start laughing!!"

"I assure you that this is no laughing matter," Flins's voice echoed from the lamp as his legs moved to face you both. "And I am not trying to frighten you, Young Master Illuga. Can you see this, Your Grace? Does the mind of the Creator know a solution as to why this is happening...?"