Artificial 7: Genesis Requiem

Chapter 22: Intel For An Escort

(Artwork is done by AI. It's the 4th born, Hanna of the quintuplets.)

Male Terra's POV:

Shortly after, the serpent spirit disappeared,
and Ventus barfed into the holy pond while Seth hit the ground on his knees, breaking out into a sweat and breathing heavy.
The twins spoke up.
"Wait, what?!"
They yelled through Selena's body. "Wait, you four are reincarnations?" Selena asked.
"Apparently." I replied.
Late that evening,
right around sunset,
everyone arrived at Castle Grove,
the city that connects to castle Regalia. Where we wondered the streets asking for a bar woman named Tamia,
which people didn't know or did know but wanted a fee or just ignored us entirely.

Eventually,
in the very back of the back of Castle Grove city,
we found a back alley with some stairs that took us to the bar we needed to go to.
Apon entering,
it was a dead place with no customers at all.
"That is a Fish Animal Skin! That demi human is byond my medical expertise! HRUMMMMPH!"
An old man bumped shoulders with all of us on the way out in the most aggressive way possible and he turns back to look at all us as I turned to look at him with a mixture of annoyed but also very saddened by this man.

After making eye contact with me,
he exits the bar in a huff,
followed by a young woman around my age to beg for the doctor to wait and pleas with the man saying she'll pay anything but he keeps on walking.
The woman excuses herself by us and goes to sit at a combined table where a Fish Animal Skin lays across it.
From looks,
I'd say deathly ill.
"Huh, so there are racists here. Good to know."
Selena says.
"Ruuuude." Ventus mutterd.
"The old fart needs to watch it."
Reed mutterd along side Ventus.

"Since that old fossil won't help us, I happen to know a shaman in Crashville that has tended to the Dragon and Fish Animal Skins before."
The older African American woman with a braided pony tail says,
causing the young woman to spin on a dime practically.
"D-Do you think we could take him there?"
The young woman pleads.

"Not happening! The roads are far too dangerous to travel the roads alone and without aid. However, we also can't turn away such pretty women in need either. Ma'am. Allow us to escort you! Right men?!"
A bunch of people wearing what looks like a mix of police uniform and knight armor clank their armor against the bar as they stand up with their spears and halberds at the ready roaring in excitement like they're going to a raid or a sport event.

"Well, isn't that comforting. To reach Crashville, we need to cross two plains that are infested with all sorts of man eating spirits or, worse, the Dullahans that roam the roads in the day and night. But it looks like we'll be well taken care of now."
The woman,
I assume,
is the bar owner smiles as the knight looking people make a quick exit by us,
leaving behind a short fat guy whose legs are shaking like he took a dip in freezing cold water.

The woman looks back,
and the short fat guy looks for his friends,
and he realizes they done ditched him, so he runs as fast as his fat legs will carry him right by us and out the door. "Bitch ass pussies! Spineless, the lot of them!"
The woman directs her attention to us. "Oh me, oh my. Looks like we do have a handful of able people."
She walks over to us or me more specifically and looks me up and down several times.
"Ma'am, if you'd like, I could have my Familiars heal that man with a drop their blood."
Selena says,
peaking the woman's interest.
"That would be fantastic if you don't mind?"

The woman directs Selena to the table, and the twins emerge from her body,
do their thing and the Fish Animal Skin looks a bit more healthy and stabilized and not knocking on death's door.
"I appreciate your services, little miss." Seeing as we helped them out,
I felt this was a good time to ask if she was Tamia.
"Excuse me ma'am. You wouldn't happen to be Miss Tamia, would you?"
Said woman looks at me.
"That's me, honey. What do you need?" She looks at me very pleased,
likely from my good manners,
but that's hardly relevant.
"We are looking for this man and a trusted source directed us to you. Do you know where we could find him?"
I pulled out a picture of Genesis for the lady.