He spent a couple hours trying to do magic, but nothing came about. Defeated, he gave up and decided to call it a day. Reheating the last of the venison cubes he made, he went back to sleep and decided to go hunting tomorrow. He heard the screaming and whines of that frost wolf he killed and woke up sweating. Staring at his shaky hands, he attempted to calm himself down before doing his daily routine. He didn't know why this happened, though the best reason he could think of was guilt. Trying to take his mind off it, he geared up and went out to go hunt.
It wasn't snowing, and it was almost relatively nice out. This would mean many animals would be out today. Following a deer tail down a hill, he discovered a river. Though partly frozen, it would be a nice area to go fishing and possibly find other things. Wandering down to the river, he saw an unnatural shape. After getting a closer look, he realized it was a cabin! His heart started to beat faster and his hands clammed up. "If there's a cabin there, someone should own it right?" Nervously, he thought if he should explore it or not.
He pulled his hat down farther to make sure none of his hair was to be seen. The magic spell casted on his hair was long gone, and it had gone back to the color of whiter than snow. He hid his scythe in his stone, and proceeded to put it in his pocket. As sneakily as possible, he made his way over to it. Upon closer inspection, this cabin was bigger than he thought. It seemed like someone had been living in it for awhile, That scared Luciel.
He peeked over the window to see what was inside. From what he could tell, no one was in. That was, until he heard the door open and some grumbling. Not noticing what was happening, he glances towards the sound and just then, he got knocked over by something. He freaked out until he realized it was just a very friendly dog. "Alf, where did you go you old mutt?!" He heard an old man speaking.
He then clammed up again, still with the dog trying to lick his face off, and watched as an old man rounded the corner. He was a short, but big around the middle man with a grey long beard that was braided with some beads here and there. Dressed in all dark blue, he seemed to be something of an alchemist. The only unusual thing was that he had a cane gilded with many precious gems and had a matching ribbon covering his eyes.
"My my, you don't find many kids in these parts, alive and well anyway." Though his eyes were covered Luciel felt as if he could see everything about him. He reared back pushing the dog off him and stammered. "I, uh, w-wasn't doing anything, I swear!" The old man just shuffled towards him and poked his forehead with his cane. A strange expression passed his face, but disappeared almost instantly. "You should at least introduce yourself if you were poking around my house uninvited."
Luciel stood silently for a few seconds before whispering an introduction. "My name is Luciel, Luciel Varr. Who are you mister?" The old man snickered at him, "Not very polite are you? Oh well, I'm Sven, and that dogs Alf. We can continue this conversation inside over a cup of tea." He gestures towards the door and goes inside. Luciel follows suit.
The cabin was much more spacious inside than what it appeared. It had a kitchen, a small bed room, living room, and what appeared to be a door that led to a cellar. The house seemed quite normal except for the fact that almost every corner of it had jars filled with stuff that appeared to be from magical animals and plants. It ranged from claws to magical fungi. The man gestured for him to sit down on what appeared to be a long cushioned bench. Luciel slowly sat down and stared at all the strange magical components.
He could feel a bead of sweat form on his forehead and slowly slide down before it hit the fur rug. Placing his hands on his knees, he tightened his grip with worry and curiosity about who that "Sven" man was. As he glanced out the window, it looked like it was already sundown. "wait that can't be right, it was a little after morning wasn't i-" He was cut off by hearing a strange but loud ear piecing whistle. It went away soon after and Sven came out of the kitchen holding a tea kettle and two cups. Alf came trailing after his foot steps.
The awkward silence was making Luciel go mad until the old man finally spoke. "I sure hope you like Julic tea, it comes from a far away country in the south." He poured two cups of it and handed one to him. Luciel slightly smiled and held the cup with both hands. The old man sat across from him and drank his tea happily. Luciel wouldn't drink it due to his speculations but Sven didn't seem to mind. He seemed to ponder before speaking, "so, boy, what brings you to such a desolate place all by your lonesome?"
Luciel gulped and quietly said, "Well my mother and father died while we were traveling to Onryx by a group of bandits, I had to run far away before the got me too. I.....it was horrifying..." He looked to the side and closed his eyes woefully trying his best to play off his lie successfully. Before he could play it off even more the old man held his hand up. "Dear, you don't have to finish, I understand your situation as I too, became an orphan at a young age."
"Its the reason I have this blindfold on, it scares people when they see my face so I cover it nowadays. I won't get into it though, that's a story for another time." He showed Luciel a lethargic smile. Though his face soon turned into a frown and pointed to his pocket and Luciel wondered if the man was really blind or not. "That gem holds a forbidden weapon. One that feeds of the life of others. You should get rid of it before it consumes you."