Voice | UN: IGNIS

[soupreme]

[A gentle clearing of the throat, and a man speaks in a clipped, poshly accented voice. Every word perfectly enunciated.]

To all fellow unwitting tourists,

What is the singular fact about this city and/or our presumed hosts you wish someone had told you upon your arrival?

Much obliged.

Comments

[limbical]

...Sounds grim. But...

You know, if nothing else, at least there are people waiting for you. For what it's worth.

[soupreme]

One of those people is here.

I don't know whether to be angry or relieved.

[limbical]

...Ah. I'm sorry.

Someone from my world was here for awhile. Then he wasn't. Disappeared, like whoever lived here before.

...So. Do your best to keep an eye on him.

[soupreme]

Easier said than done, I'm afraid. My eyes aren't what they used to be.

Regardless, I won't allow anything to happen to him. Our 'hosts' will have to go through me.

[limbical]

Total blindness, or partial loss of sight? Just curious, as a doctor.

Understandable, of course.

[soupreme]

Near complete loss.

I can detect light, but do not 'see' it in the traditional sense of the word.

[limbical]

Noted. Will you require any accommodations that I should look into?

[soupreme]

Accommodations? No thank-you.

I don't want to lose my edge.

[limbical]

Hm. Reliant on your senses, I take it.

Well. Do let me know if that changes.