She's Wednesday?

In spring tavern, Herman and his companions sat discussing a pressing matter. 

"It's seems the bazel wasn't the problem.. Did we perhaps receive wrong intel?"

"Not possible" Catherine responded, "I received word that the investigation was performed by a high generation.. So it's most likely us who followed the wrong lead"

"Tsk" Alaric clicked his tongue in disdain, "Shouldn't we just destroy this heretics and be done with it?!?"

Catherine cast a glare at Alaric, "you seem to be failing your tribulation, seeing as how you are growing extremely agitated.. Maybe you will soon lose your humanity or perhaps get consumed"

Seeing Catherine openly say such things sent shivers down Alaric, as he began stumbling with his words, "it's.. Not that.. This people. Don't.. Know how... To take.. Care of their God's"

Herman rubbed his temples while downing a cup of blue el'nu ruj, "regardless, we did sense something at the cathedral.. Maybe it was not the bazel, but it for sure was something in there or around it.. Maybe we should conduct more..."

"Hello my experiments!" A sly voice echoed, interrupting hermen. 

Turning their heads in unison, they made preview to a slightly handsome lad, dressed in a brown coat and black trousers- a mischievous smile adorned the lad's face as he stared at the group. 

"My my. What investigation could you be carrying out without my assistance" Louis asked while without invitation, taking a sit. 

"None of your business" Alaric retorted. 

"Oh come on. Don't be like that, after I helped you so graciously, I thought we would have been friends" Louis said while mimicking a sad expression, 

"Since when did friends call another experiments?.. It's sounds more like you regard us as toys" Catherine spoke gently, but her words still caring a hint of emotion. 

"Ah!" Louis shacked his head slightly, "I told you it's just a thing in my head.. Just forget it"

Hermen noticing that the ever calm Catherine was on the verge of an emotional bust, he knew after all that she hated being treated like a thing, "That should do it" Hermen interrupted, before turning to Louis, "what help can you provide?"

"Me?.. Well for one, I can start with giving you good accommodations.. I assume your been living in this dusty old tavern?"

The group remained silent, almost as if embarrassed to reveal that fact. 

"Don't worry" Louis exclaimed, "Your savior is here.. I brought Wednesday with me"

The group turned slightly at the tavern entrance. 

It was a brown rusty door which would swing that the application of force. 

A creaking sound emanated, but muffled by the cheers and laughter of drunk men. 

Walking into the tavern, a black haired gothic beauty emerged. 

Dressed in a black gothic gown, her long black hair fell back at her waist giving her a enchanting beauty. 

Her black Pearl like eyes seemed to absorb all light, her diamond shaped face further enhancing her ethereal beauty- but unlike her features, she wore an abnormal cold expression like that of someone who had nothing to care for. 

Now standing adjacent to Louis, he introduced with a smile, "Here you go.. This is Wednesday"

"She's Wednesday!" Hermen exclaimed. This was perhaps the only time he had lost his cool before his companions. "I thought she was man"

"Now now.. Who you think you are, being all men supremacy" Louis eyes narrowed as he spoke. 

Slightly fluttered, hermen rushed through his words, "No it's that. I just assumed she was a man, considering how you regarded her as a lad"

_So it was all a prank?.. His pretty crafty_ Catherine silently muttered, now fulling grasping the words mischievous attributed to Louis's name.

"Ahem!" hermen exclaimed, "Nice to meet you Mrs., Wednesday." hermen stood from his sit and with his hand on his chest. he bowed.

Wednesday kept staring blankly at the open wind, completely oblivious of Herman's actions.

_did I do something wrong?_ hermen wondered.

"no don't do that" louis spoke calmly, "Wednesday here does not understand the traditional conea language... if you what to speak to her, you would have to speak in thorin"

"what!" the trio exclaimed in unison.

"how is that possible?" hermen inquired with his eyes revealing a look of utter confusion.

"why isn't it possible?" louis asked, while feigning a look of confusion.

"well" hermen cast a glance at his companions, "thorin is a dead language, last used during the third genesis... if she only understands thorin, it would either mean she is over 5000 years old, or a citizen of the Red nation of Regrace... and that is even more absurd than the first possibility"

"seriously? that's lambshit..." louis turned to look at Wednesday who still stared blankly at the empty air, "could it be that you are an unaging entity?...but wait, I too can be the same, since I can also speak Thorin"

"impossible" Alaric's eye widened in alarm, "could.. could it be you that caused the disturbance?"

"now what is that?" louis tilted his head to the side as he spoke.

"cough! cough!.. don't mind him.. but what exactly do you mean by also speak thorin?" hermen had a strange glint on his eyes, almost as if he could identify if a lie was told to him.

"its nothing much.. I just know how to.. is their something important?" louis inquired, _this is taking a very strange turn.. i only brought Wednesday to scar them, but what is this all about thorin?_ louis wondered, but made sure to control his facial expressions to not reveal anything, especially to Catherine- who he deemed was the most crafty of the trio.

louis truly didn't have an answer as to why he could speak a supposedly dead language.

Perhaps he was a lost citizen of a kingdom that existed 5000 years ago, or maybe an undying- but even as a trickster, louis knew when not to mix folk lore with reality, and any of the options sounded like cocktails to him.

_But would that make sense_ louis thought.

About five years ago, he supposedly emerged at the gates of the town completely bruised and battered, reminiscent of someone who had attended a war, 

He had no memory of before that moment, and had simply continued with his life as a coneanese(conea citizen) and had payed no attention to it.

_But perhaps_ he thought, _i should try finding out more_ louis secretly closed his eyes, contemplating to either continue his trickster life or seek out who he was.....

_Nah... doesn't sound like it would be fun... and perhaps I might even have that fun dream again.. I have been having it for quite some time now_

"so?" a crisp melodious voice interrupted louis thought.

looking back at the trio, he discovered that they all were looking at him with strange eyes- a silver hue almost visible in them, _ am i seeing things_

"Ahem!... so i don't really know why... if i do figure it out i will come tell you" louis responded with a smile.

"how can we trust whatever you say" Alaric retorted.

louis opened his mouth wide, his head placed on his chest, "i swear by the radiant sun, all will be reveled"

"Very well... we do after all have pressing matters that we are investigating. and we might require your help" hermen said.

"Not might, surely will" louis said with a grin on his face. "for now why don't I find you a better apartment, Wednesday here has a hotel in the town.. not big, but the best one we've got"

Turning to the enchanting gothic beauty who seemed to be lost in her own world, louis spoke in a strange language that seemed to merge with the surrounding air, deafening other sounds, "why don't you allow these three companions a room?..its on me."

Blinking repeatedly, Wednesday glanced at the trio and then at louis, "but your poor, and frankly lack the money for even a piece of cold bread"

The sharp cold words, seemed to penetrate Louis's heart sending him to facepalm himself, turning back to the trio louis spoke in the native language, "i seem to have lost my money" louis had no intention of telling them he was poor, and considering that thorin was supposedly a dead language, he didn't see why three persons from the church would know how to speak it.

Pausing for a moment. hermen spoke slowly, "doesn't matter.. we can handle our own expanses"

"Nice!" louis exclaimed, "now what was this investigation you were talking about?"

…

A few hours later...

The sun now hanged high in the sky, casting a golden glow on the world beneath.

Louis is seen walking down the street with his hands placed in his pockets.

he appeared to be in deep thought, seeing as he was not making any remarks about the bards singing about the saints.

_what did he mean by i should escort them to the cemetery?.... gracious could they be occult fanatics?... did i really pick lunatics for experiments? it just doesn't make sense..,

_is it a murder mystery or something entirely new.... should i or shouldn't I._

louis pondered.

As a partial devotee of the radiant sun, he isn't really supposed to visit the cemetery at night.

__according to the scriptures, 'doing so would prevent the radiant sun from protecting you, and you will end up being dragged to the abyss my malevolent entities' 

_hmm.... should i? or shouldn't i?..._

With his hands on his pockets, louis pulled out a gold coin.

On its front was the image of a long bearded man, and on the back was two swords crossed between each other.

This was one of the only thing that louis was found with when he emerged in the village.

Since then, he had kept it and would use it as a decider whenever he had a tough decision.

Twirling the coin between his fingers, _heads for should, and tails for shouldn't_

Tossing the coin into the air, it flipped a few times before landing on his palms.

The image of a bearded man was visible on its surface.

"guess the decision is made then".....

.....

in the dark hour, the world had lost its light and had been dipped into a darkness, only illuminated by the blue full moon that hung high in the sky.

Standing outside an iron gate, louis dressed in all black slightly closed his eyes, before soon a smile curled up on his face, "who knows...it might be fun"

Louis was now standing at the gate of lohim cemetery, the place lacked any guards due to most of its residents being radiant sun worshippers- as such, known would dare enter at night.

louis waited close to an hour, contemplating the massive risk he was taking.

Considering he wasn't actually a citizen of the town, he was simply allowed to stay out of kindness,

If he was seen now doing such a taboo, he might lose the kindness he had received.

louis was a trickster and a fun seeker, but he wasn't suicidal nor stupid.

Still, within him, a beckoning remained- he felt that perhaps something he shouldn't miss was to happen in there..

And if there is something that louis trusted more than anything, it was his gut.

Soon from the darkness, three silhouette's emerged,

It was Herman and his companions,

Glancing at louis, Herman spoke firmly, "lets be going then"

With a muffled creaking sound, the iron gates were pushed aside by Alaric- quite easily in fact. 

The cemetery was made preview,

The countless grave stones stood erect, reflecting and casting an eerie glow on the surroundings- creating a sacred yet enticing sight.

Taking there first step into the cemetery, a sudden sense of extreme trepidation came over louis, but he simply brushed it off.

On the two sides of the door where the statues of gray angels- which represented the believe that divinity guided and guarded the dead.

For some reason, louis kept staring at the statues, even though he would see them each time he passed by,

But yet, today he felt that their was something off about them,

But before he could dive into his thoughts, he was called back by Herman and his companions who were now a couple steps into the cemetery,

"lets go louis, you lead the way" Herman said firmly, his usual warm expression changed to that of a cold and vigilant solider.

"yes sir" louis responded with a smile, masking the fear and trepidation growing in his heart.