The Heroes of Ustalav
A one night stand, that’s all it was. Piper shook her head, smiling at the letter she’d just received, as the memories came flooding in.
Professor Petros Lorrimor was handsome, dashing, and much older than she. The stories of the places he’d been, and the people he had met thrilled her. While her family’s caravan traveled great distances, the same stops along the same route along the Lost Coast Road grew tiresome year after year. The man had been PLACES!
He had come to speak with her cousin, Ara Mina about an encounter she had had years ago with Lycanthropes in Wolves Ear. Later that evening, she had found herself deep in conversation with the professor as they sat by the campfire. She watched the firelight dance in his eyes as he regaled her with one story after another. He convinced her to read his fortune before he left for the night.
Holding his hand, reading his palm, she had felt that spark. It came with a sense of foreboding she couldn’t shake off. She had experienced this sensation before during her readings, and each time it had spelled certain doom for the man or woman whose fortune she was telling. Everyone in her large family had their own explanation for how her talent worked, her parents tried to place some superstitious novelty on her ability, her cousin claimed it was Desna granting her insight, but then she always was the religious type. Whatever the explanation for the feeling, she liked the Professor too much to send him on his way to meet his fate. So she had persuaded him to stay. It hadn’t been hard.
Later that next day she heard from her Uncle Tavio that the good professor’s room at the Inn in Wolves Ear had been ransacked, all his research destroyed, and several people at the Inn murdered as well. “So fortunate for him that he hadn’t been there,” said her uncle, smiling knowingly.
That had been her first and last encounter with Professor Lorrimor. He must have considered her some type of a savior, she thought, only a trifle surprised. Thinking more on it, she chuckled to herself as she folded the letter into her pocket, and decided that she wasn’t really surprised at all.