lost, but i don’t know why
au: what if lup hadn’t been dead when lucretia erased everyone’s memories?
Lup stares at the bar and realizes: she has no clue what the fuck she’s doing.
“What am I even doing here?” she asks the bartender, a youngish dwarf man. There’s a lot of dwarves in Phandolin; a family owns a nearby mine. That thought seems important, but Lup doesn’t know why.
The dwarf shrugs. “The hell should I know? You just showed up in town ‘n’ started askin’ questions.”
Lup frowns. It sounds familiar, but… “Questions about what?”
The dwarf scowls at the bartop like he’s trying to remember something, then shakes his head. “Dunno. Looking for something.”
Looking for something. That sounds about right. There’s an ache in her chest, in her head, like she’s lost something important. She just doesn’t know what the fuck it is.
Probably fucking Greg Grimauldis, Lup decides. He definitely owes her something, though she can’t remember what.
She downs her drink and rents a room–she has a pretty good bit of gold on her; probably from odd jobs, though she can’t remember saving up this much before. Lup’s dreams are fuzzy and unsettled, and when she wakes up she’s crying but she can’t remember why.