C-TGGB05 (Aug 18, 2017)
Puzzle
“Hall-o, Thyrs.”
Research | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: What tale is Thyrs from again?
Clue 2: And a famous hall in this poem is?
Clue 3: More specifically, one that the Grendel itself attacks.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Heorot
Explanation: Heorot is an important mead-hall in the poem Beowulf that Grendel - Thyrs - attacks.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
NUMBER: TGGB05
PRIORITY: CAFE
DATE: 18-8-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: THYRS, COFFEE BLACK
SERVER: H.R.
Wow… uhm… that was insane. But! We did it! I think! Sorta, anyway. I mean, we don’t know exactly what Umbra’s done with Grendel’s body… and also, we have no idea what his “coming storm” is… but one problem at a time!
Peace, love, and Joy!
S.O.T.
Manager: Right, showtime. Got to stick to the plan, choice?
Payroll: No pressure or anything.
H.R.: Are you guys sure? Isn’t this just—
Manager: Helpin’ Umbra again? Sure. Maybe. Or maybe he was keen on getting this uncontrollable shadow beast out. Doesn’t matter though. This is Cafe business—this is our customer to serve.
Payroll: Aww—I think you’re finally starting to get it.
Manager: I know what we are—but I know not what we may be.
H.R.: Huh. What’s that mean…?
New Guy: Shakespeare!
Manager: Is it?
New Guy: Uh… sort of!
[The monstrous Thyrs crashed through a nearby fence, its hulking umbral form steaming with pure wrath.]
Payroll: GAH!
Manager: RIGHT THEN! NOW!
[H.R. flipped the switch on a 20k Lux LED light panel, flooding the alleyway with light, causing Thyrs to recoil with a sharp hiss.]
Payroll: Good, keep the light on him. [Manager], get ready with the spell!
New Guy: Hwæt! We Gardena in geardagum, þéodcyninga, þrym gefrúnon!
[Thyrs filched at the sounds of the chant, his inky form flickering in the blinding light.]
Rico: Oli’ligir! Oli’lig de lumo!
[A brilliant tether of light shot out of the Manager’s hand and punctured through Thyrs shadowy form. With a tug, the Manager pulled the black goo out Thyrs.]
Thyrs: RAARRRGHhh—
H.R.: You got it!
Umbra: Bravo.
Payroll: UMBRA!
Umbra: Hello, [Payroll] and others. Was it truly that easy? Ah—if only I could still conjure such magic. I wonder… what soul will take to the beast next? Something worse than this, I’d imagine.
Manager: We won’t—
Umbra: Oh? I didn’t realize you had a method of containing Figmented Demons. That’s rather impressive.
H.R.: Containing…?
Umbra: Well, the body can’t stay dormant for long, can it? How about a friendly deal? Grendel was an ill-fitting form for the coming storm. I can see that now. But that Seed in your hand, [Manager], I don’t have many of those left. If you return it to me, I will return the Grendel to its proper resting place.
Manager: Hell no. How could we ever trust a heap o’ coke such as yourself?
Umbra: I could just kill you for it.
Manager: Love to see you try.
Umbra: Oh, fine.
[Umbra snapped his fingers, and Thyrs’ body was pulled into the earth by a dozen shadowy tendrils.]
Umbra: I’ll kill you later, then. And you can stay up at night wondering where I put that beast’s body… wondering when I’ll unleash it again. Won’t that be fun?
Manager: URIEL MI ALVOKAS VIN—CIEL LUMO FORI—
[Umbra snapped his fingers again, causing the Seed in the Manager’s hand to turn into a shadowy ferrous spike shooting through his joints, interrupting his concentration and spell. Umbra tipped his hat and left the CaDCom Transcription Range.]
Manager: AGH! BLOODY HELL—!
E.O.T.