Stay and wait for Horra to go to his workshop
While the prospect of learning what Horra plans to put in those pots and jars is admittingly appealing, the opportunity to nail Horra to the wall with something concrete is just too tempting to pass up on.
So you sit on the fence as the seconds turn to minutes and the minutes drag on to hours. The little trickles of light streaming in from behind slowly trundling gray clouds dim to the bleak darkness of night. Rain begins to fall in a heavy downpour, battering everything down and driving everyone indoors from raw pressure.
No matter how powerful one gets, the strength of Mother Nature inevitably puts you back in your place.
Fortunately, as a spirit owl, silly things like low light levels and the pitter-patter of rain matter little to your super-powered senses. So when Horra opens the door to his house and shoulders a heavy, oil-slick cloak, you're ready to follow him into the night.
He trudges through mud and gloom, shadows and gunk, all while you silently coast overhead. As he walks, the cloak drags across the ground and obscures his tracks both mundanely and physically. Broken branches are mended, disturbed leaves are righted, and footprints are filled back in.
Frankly, it would make following him an absolute shit show.
If you weren't an owl dressed in rags, that is.
Since you are, the preparations are completely meaningless. It does, however, serve as a potent reminder that no matter how strong you are, no matter how many precautions you take, it only takes one random idiot to come along to render it all useless. Or worse, actively detrimental as he has to move slowly to allow the cloak to do its work, which makes him even easier to follow.
After more than an hour of following this bastard through the freezing rain and descending fog, you arrive before a large tree with a broad knot on an end. Horra reaches into his belt and pulls out some kind of key.
After looking over his shoulders as carefully as he can, he presses the key to the knot and red light shines bright. A moment later, the tree unfolds into a ladder, which he then climbs down at a swift pace.
The tree begins to reseal itself, leaving you with little time to make a decision.
What do you do?
[ ] Dive in after him
+Guarantees concrete evidence
-You'll be trapped inside until he leaves
[ ] Call it a day and go home
+You now know where he keeps his skeletons
-You'll have to visit again at a later date to get at them.
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AN: Not much to say here.
No moratorium, but this is the last update for today.