"aemond, Aemond!" A Mad Monk Calls Out

[Eleatic 1033]

You look into the temple.. An old monk shouting, screaming. His robe is in disarray, his eyes watering massively, he can't help himself, he is shouting Aemond.. He falls to the floor, smacking his hands to a tent nearby, continuing to weep, "No, just no!" He looks to his own hands, saying inbetween moans of grief. "I- Last.. No.. Aemond come back.. Aemond.. Esaeriel.. Any of you, even Berill.. Just.. Please.." He smacks his hand into the dirt, trying to see if he's dreaming, unfortunatly. He's not, he groans in a light pain.. Before he notices you..

He stares into your eyes, a pitiful creature stands before you. He looks like how you would treat a sad dog, though he is just as hairy. He is much taller, he looks to you.. A hint of hope in his eye, he rushes to you, much to your own shock. He shouts into your ear, with cracks in his voice.. You can barely hear him, he is a nutter..

"Aemond, ae-m-o-nd!" You look to him, "Almond?! You lost an almond!"

He groans, picking your hands. Asking you in the oddest and most pitiful way, "Sir, my lord, whatever you-you'd like.. I.. I am Jaehaerys.. I.. I have a grandson.. Aemond.. Aemond Illith'iari, blonde haired boy in a red robe.. Good fighter, squire to Artorus Elendil..Elf. I'll give you every mina, every scrap of cloth I've ever owned, if you can just find him.! He's been gone for atleast a year now.. He.. He left me.. Please..I.. I think he's dead.."

You look into his pleading eyes, deciding what to say..

[Dr. Eggnog 74]

*Durric Mahig looks deep into the monk's eyes and says: "Ye Can count on eht. Ah woill traeh ter foind 'em and haul 'em back ere.*

*Durric the dwarf doesn't seems to be lying*

[Bircalin 332]

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