"Please... tell me the story of one of the most difficult guests who had found this place to rest?"
~"Oh that would be Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, ninth of his name. Poor paranoid soul. Justifiably so. He'd been poisoned in a place he believed himself safe and did not handle the betrayal very well..." Rezzie furnished Wraithvine with a tankard of light cider and settled one of herselves nearby to relay the story of taking in a storm-bedraggled Hellkin with the disposition of a feral cat that had lost all their trust in the existence of kindness.~
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04629-l245-fated-rest -- Anon Guest
The Respite Rest - Rezzie to those who knew them well - had seen their fair share of difficult customers. This is the story of the Hellkin who came out of the rain. The first issue being that he was a being who had not known much in the way of welcome. He barely remembered his mother being close, and the only kind touch he had known since his exile in Teutonn had been one with a trap lain behind it.
Freshly betrayed, barely recovered from a truly nasty poison that should have killed him, and soaked to the skin, he was not inclined to trust anyone or anything. Except, perhaps, another Hellkin.
Even then, he was on his guard when Respite Rest appeared to him. He had fled from all civilisation, in that initial flight from his former place of safety. Rezzie had to stretch themselves to find a form that he would trust. Too many of his familiar faces were ones out to get him.
Except one from his childhood.
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