Old Sully, trap-maker and grog-maker extraordinaire
We know that Old Sully is a retired adventurer, one so skilled he literally wrote the book on trap-making. And we know that he is a master brewer/distiller, one so thoroughly talented that the entire world refers to his product simply as “the good stuff”.
To achieve such fame, twice, following such different paths, is enough to make anyone a legend. In fact, it is suspiciously over the top. Two completely unrelated but legendary skill sets?
It seems odd, as if Charles Dickens also discovered electricity, or Jonas Salk took a part-time job as a championship-winning NFL quarterback.
Strange. Even stranger, this doubly-legendary figure is now found in the depths of the Halfling Commandos airship, dealing out advice and grog in equal measure, repairing our equipment.
I’ve tried asking him, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. He just silently shows me his menu.
The last time I tried talking to him about this, I noticed something I had somehow previously missed. There, below decks, in a darkened space, zoomed in, watching him.
He glows. His eyes fill with fire. He pulsates. Suddenly, understanding dawns:
Old Sully has been dosed up with Extremis! No wonder he is capable of such amazing things.
This still doesn’t explain why he is willing to hang out in my airship basement and dole out Dirty Kobolds, but I hesitate to pry. The man is entitled to his secrets I suppose, and he does a great job repairing my damaged equipment.
Plus, to be honest, I don’t want to irritate him too much. Those Extremis people, they’re, well, a little unstable, and tend to go off over the littlest things. And when they go off …
Now that I think about it, maybe I’ll be a little more respectful of Old Sully – no scratch that, MISTER Sully – from now on. Just to be safe.
Because, you know, Extremis.
🙂 😀 🙂