Utterly Mad

The rain did not let up for two nights. In that time, Ferret kept busy by exploring the house. On the shelf where she had found the blanket on the first day, she discovered several sheets of supple leather and soft fabric. She had thrown out her pack the day before and so from what she found and a heavy needle she carried with her, she fashioned a rough bag. On the second night, while eating a strip of dried meat found in a jar tucked under the farm houses single table, Ferret found a series of small iron rings and realized they were a sort of puzzle. It delighted her, but it was the sort of thing she had never been good with and so she gave it up after awhile. Before leaving, she went over her objectives. In all likelyhood, today would see her at the sunken cities eastern gate. Once she reached that, she had to make her way to the chapel of Gulgatha and find the heirloom that had been taken from her family. Ferret didn't know exactly what they were. A pair of white ceramic orbs, each about the size of a human eye. Well before Gulgatha had met it's doom, it had been home to a religion. Many religions in fact, but one in particular held a great deal of power, and was fond of excersizing that power in anyway it could. Even to the point of oppression and inquisition. The only thing holding back the church from taking full control in the city were the great houses of Gulgatha. The house of blood, ruled over by the working class. Contrary to it's menacing name, the house of blood was more about hard labor and earning ones living through the work of ones "blood." The others were the house of paints, a fairly obvious organization centered around works of art and culture, and the house of scrolls, which dedicated itself to the pursuit of knowledge at any cost. Ferret had been taught by her tutor that the great houses had become the patrons of a small organization known simply as "the historical society" when the church had begun to take a deep hold on the city. The "eyes" she was after, she had learned from old letters, were a gift from a patron in the house of paints and had been confiscated from the skull of her ancestor during a spate of religious fervor by the church in an attempt to take possession of any old Gulgathan relic they could find. Anything from old books to the false eyes of an old man or woman, it mattered very little to the church. The church, she thought, would have taken them to the chapel. It wouldn't be hard to locate. Just look to the largest of the sunken cities structures. Her plan was made then. Enter the city, locate the chapel, get inside, and take back the eyes. She believed then that it would be easy. Later, she would think back and wonder how she had ever thought that.