As Rosmira reaches for the door, three firm knocks sound through the fading storm. Helga’s voice follows, accompanied by Jews and Rathem along the marked rescue route.
Helga
Rosmira, it’s us. The blizzard is easing, but the mountain path needs more time before anyone travels it.
Helga enters in her oil-marked mechanic’s uniform, snow crusting her boots. Jews brushes flakes from her coat, while Rathem carries his board and studies the white slopes.
Jews
We followed the radio route and your trail markers. Everyone is waiting at the upper run, darling, and nobody is leaving until Helga approves it.
Rathem
For once, caution is the fashionable choice. I would rather arrive at the resort upright than become an amusing rescue story.
LingLing pulls on her thick coat, gloves, and red cap, then looks around the warm shack. She locks the door behind her, choosing to leave solitude without abandoning the place.
LingLing
I am ready. When the path is safe, I will go with you all. Rosmira, do you want to walk beside me or lead the way?
✓ Quest Accepted
Bring LingLing to Longevity Resort
“Hey Jews i guess being undead has its perks after all. Um Jews do you know this guy who came with you? I dont remember seeing him at the resort.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +0)
Rosmira
Hey, Jews, I guess being undead has its perks after all. Do you know this guy who came with you? I don't remember seeing him at the resort.
Jews glances toward Rathem, who is studying the storm through the shack window. Her expression shifts from amusement to wary recognition as the group gathers by the door.
Jews
I know him. That is Rathem, Darath’s cousin. He has been orbiting my life for centuries, usually with a joke, a board, or some badly timed flirtation.
Rathem
In my defense, the flirting is rarely badly timed. Also, I am excellent company during blizzards and significantly less terrifying than Darath.
Rathem turns from the window, red eyes bright against his pale face. He offers Rosmira a playful half-bow, keeping his snowboard tucked neatly under one arm.
Jews
He is an ancient vampire by blood, young by our standards, and hopelessly fond of pretending nothing matters. He came because the rescue needed someone who knows these slopes.
Rathem
Jews remembered me. That is more dangerous to my composure than any mountain.
“So whats darath family doing out here? jews where's leon and the girls”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +2)
Rosmira
So what is Darath’s family doing out here? Jews, where are Leon and the girls?
Jews glances toward Rathem, then back to Rosmira as Helga checks the radio and LingLing secures her coat against the thinning storm.
Jews
Darath is not here, darling. Rathem came on his own because he knows the mountain and wanted to help. Family resemblance, questionable judgment.
Rathem
I am wounded by the second part, but not enough to stop being useful. Darath is back in Japan, nowhere near this rescue.
Jews
Leon, Nayla, and Kania are together at the upper beginner run with Helga’s resort team. They know you are safe, and they are waiting for the route to clear.
Helga
The blizzard is easing now. Once I confirm the service path, we will bring everyone down safely, no heroics and no racing.
Jews squeezes Rosmira’s arm, relieved amusement returning to her face. Beyond the shack, the snowfall thins enough for the first lift tower to emerge.
“Well i cant wait to leave me and the baby are starving. oh jews this is lingling she owns the cabin were in.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +2)
Rosmira
I cannot wait to leave. The baby and I are starving. Oh, Jews, this is LingLing, she owns the cabin we were in.
Jews looks from Rosmira to LingLing, then toward the thinning snow beyond the door. Her relieved smile turns warmly welcoming.
Jews
Then food comes first, darling. LingLing, thank you for sheltering her. I owe you a proper introduction and probably half the breakfast table.
LingLing
You owe me nothing. I am glad she found the shack, and I would be pleased to join you all when Helga clears the path.
Helga checks the radio and nods toward the brightening trail. Rathem shoulders his board while Jews gently keeps one hand near Rosmira’s arm, ready to support without steering her.
Rathem
Excellent. A rescue followed by a feast is the kind of mountain adventure I can endorse. I know a shortcut to the resort kitchen.
Jews
No shortcuts until Helga approves them. But once we arrive, Rosmira gets the first warm plate, and nobody argues with the hungry mother-to-be.