Errand 11 - Team Arlion

Zar’roc strolled past the northern outskirts of Andalusst with Kaza on his back. The two of them had received their orders to go and visit the Honehenge, as it was called. He was right about it appearence-wise. A sizeable amount of large slabs of rock balanced on top of each other to form rough...entrances? Doorways without doors? Gateless gates? It wasn’t really too far past the outskirts of town, they could see it quite well from this far away. Matter of fact, those stone gateways seemed to form a circle even. “Wow...so you think they all gather here from around the world?” Kaza asked as he stared at the mysterious stone construct.

“Well from the way Robin made it sound, it’s quite possible.” Zar’roc said. “Do you think you’ll be alright?”

“Well...erm...I sure hope so.” Kaza said. “I’ll try my best. I might squeeze you a little hard though.”

“Squeeze as hard as you need to, just try and help me with the ghosts.” Zar’roc said.

“Hey, do you know any ghosts?” Kaza asked. “I mean, besides Bian. He’s...different.”

“Well, I do know one.” Zar’roc said. “A Sableye. A very...polite one.”

“Polite? Oh, was he fancy?” Kaza asked with a small hint of excitement.

“Oh, absolutely.” Zar’roc chuckled. “Black suit with a tailcoat, a bowtie, a monocle, the works. All he was missing was a matching hat.”

“Oh wow.” Kaza said in wonder. “How did he get cloths his...well, size?”

“Tailors?” Zar’roc suggested. “They’d just need his measurements and they could make him any cloths they wished.”

“Ohhh….and he stayed solid? All the time?” Kaza asked.

“He did indeed, or his cloths would fall off him in a flash.” Zar’roc said with a grin.

“Did that ever happen?” Kaza asked.

“Nope. Not for a lack of trying, but if he was anything, he was quick.” Zar’roc said and stopped. They were mere meters away from the towering rock. “Ah, we’re here.”

“Wow...it’s larger than I imagined.” Kaza muttered as he looked it up and down.

“It is most certainly sizeable.” Zar’roc said, reaching forward to give it an experimental tap with his claw. “Stone, through and through.”

“Well, I think...no, it’s not granite.” Kaza mused. “No, wait, we’re not here for the rocks, we’re here for the ghosts.”

“Oh, right. See any?” Zar’roc asked as he stepped through the gateway. Either they weren’t here, or they were hiding.

“H-hellooo, mister ghosts?” Kaza called out. The call was answered with silence.

“...?” Zar’roc looked around, and gave a small shrug. “Perhaps someone was here and took care of them already. It was available for every team.”

“Oh. I guess thats too-GRAWGH!” Kaza screamed and vaulted off Zar’roc’s back as something touched his tail. Zar’roc’s eyes widened and turned around quickly.

“Ah, I didn’t mean it!” the Duskull cried and floated back in a semi-panic.

“Wait, please calm down.” Zar’roc said and raised a paw. “We can just talk. You definitely have our attention.”

“I-I’m sorry, but...do you know me?” The Duskull said. “I...I don’t know who I am.”

“Sorry, I do not.” Zar’roc said. “However, there is a city nearby with many friendly people, so perhaps one of them knew you.”

“There is!?” The Duskull said excitedly, his eye lighting up.

“Why yes. Allow me to gather my child and we shall be on our way.” Zar’roc said with a gentle smile. “My name is Zar’roc.”

“Oh, yes. Him.” The Duskull muttered. “Yes. Please hurry though.”

“Of course.” Zar’roc gave him a small bow and walked after where Kaza fled to. “Sweetie, you can come out now. He’s not bad.”

“A-are you sure?” Kaza asked, peeking around the edge of the rock. “He touched me tail…”

“I think he was just trying to get out attention.” Zar’roc said. “You can get on my back.”

“Well...alright.” Kaza said and climbed onto Zar’roc’s back. “Can I...just…”

“Say nothing and bury your face into my mane?” Zar’roc asked. “Of course you may.” Kaza said nothing and proceeded to bury his face into Zar’roc’s fur, relaxing a bit. Zar’roc smiled and walked back over to him. “All set. Ready to go?”

“Yes mister Zar’roc!” The Duskull practically cheered. “Where are we going?”

“A city called Andalusst.” Zar’roc said. “City of the Dreamer’s Eye.”