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Holmes: Isadora is speaking with Jilliams about doing something to stop the outbreak of swamp fever when her mother approaches.
Isadora holds up a hand to pause Jilliams. "Mother. You should leave this place, as soon as possible. There's a plague spreading."
Holmes: "I know," she replies keeping her distance from everyone, with paranoid fear on her face. "But I have to talk with you."
Isadora: With an apologetic arch of her eyebrows to Jilliams, Isadora says, "All right. I'm busy, though--you understand, mother--so I hope it's brief."
Holmes: "I have this letter for you, Darling," she says. "I almost forgot entirely about it. It's from your fencing friend, Galnash."
Holmes: She offers Isadora the letter with a look on her face saying that she doesn't approve of Galnash.
Isadora: Isadora's eyes light, just a bit. "How kind of you to remember! Word from home is always good, and even better when it doesn't involve flowers." She takes the letter but hesitates to open it in front of Aspasia.
Holmes: "I don't mean to rush off on you, dear, but, yes, I will be leaving as soon as that ship can get off the lake," she follows up.
Isadora looks up from the paper in her hand and nods. "Good. I want you out of here, and not just because I'm a terrible hostess. I don't know how far the plague will spread."
Holmes: "Well, you'll have no argument from me," she replies. "And your sister is coming, too."
Isadora: "Have you mentioned that to her, yet?"
Holmes: "No, I haven't; i've been looking for her all day," she says. "Have you seen her?"
Isadora: "No. I've been busy, and Leuta has been entertaining herself lately." She frowns. "Come to think of it, when was the last time you did see her?"
Holmes: "Well I saw her yesterday with Fazeris," she says. "You know I think that he may have an eye for Leuta?"
Isadora: "I think Fazeris has an active eye," Isadora says lightly, but it bothers her a bit. "I suppose he'll be returning with you, as well?"
Holmes: "I would guess so," Aspasia responds. "That'll be nice."
Holmes: "Fazeris is just over there, Isadora," he points to a shady spot where Fazeris is enjoying some of the camp's supply.
Isadora: "Thank you." To her mother, she adds, "I'll see that Leuta gets away with you safely." She then heads over to Fazeris.
Holmes: *
Holmes: "Hello, Isadora, how are you this fine afternoon?" says Fazeris. Indeed, the yellow sky seems somwhat cooler than normally would be the case this time of day.
Holmes: His feet are up on the table, his elegant fencing boots gleaming.
Isadora: "I'm getting on fabulously. And yourself?"
Isadora: Isadora's tone of voice is still light; she's been careful to control it more lately.
Holmes: "Well, other than being delayed in getting out of this hell-hole, I'm just smashing," he replies with a grin as he picks up a cup full of some of the colony's very short wine supply.
Isadora: "But wings of air will soon bear you away, so you must be altogether smashing. And Leuta?"
Holmes: "Leuta, ah Leuta," Fazeris rhapsodizes. Not to far behind him Leuta stands up from her tent. She looks at Isadora with a face that says that she doesn't approve of something.
Isadora: "You've been most helpful," Isadora says to him dryly. "Try not to deplete the last of my wine stock before you leave, or I'll have nothing for drinking myself to death."
Isadora is coming to regard disapproval from all people Kaitaine as the normal state of life.
Holmes: Leuta signals to Isadora that she wants to speak to her alone. Fazeris catches her doing this. "My dear, what's the matter?"
Isadora: "Womanly matters, I'm sure," Isadora says over her shoulder as she walks to Leuta.
Holmes: "But wait, I don't want to be without the company of such wonderful women," he flatters them. "Come back and have some repast with me?"
Isadora curses inwardly--that dodge seldom fails. To Leuta she murmurs, as she nears, "Can you tell me quickly?"
Holmes: "I don't want to leave here," she replies through gritted teeth, so that hopefully Fazeris can't hear.
Isadora: Isadora's eyes widen, but there's no time to argue right now. She says "Later," through tight lips of her own, then links arms with her sister and turns back to Fazeris. "A quick meal, nothing more! I have a plague to tend."

Holmes: They finish their meal with Fazeris, and he can no longer keep the pair from going off together. As they do, they head near Isadora's tent, from which Sebastian emerges.
Isadora is saying to Leuta, "For my money, you don't have to go home--and don't tell mother I said that--but you have to leave somehow."
Sebastian: Sebastian looks at them, looking strangely indecisive.
Isadora: "Why don't I find you at your tent later?" Isadora says to Leuta, giving her arm a quick squeeze. "We can fight about it then. It'll be fun."
Isadora looks at him fleetingly, but says nothing until Leuta is on her way.
Holmes: She leaves reluctantly, heading to her tent, looking back for reassurance.
Isadora smiles at Leuta until she passes out of sight. Looking back to Sebastian, the smile becomes a little crooked. "Well?"
Sebastian: "Do you have a moment?"
Isadora: "For you, I have at least five or six moments. No, ten. If you're tired of tents, we could go for a walk."
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles, "That sounds like a good idea."
Sebastian: He offers her his arm.
Isadora slips her arm through his. "Come on, then, and dodge quickly if you see my mother coming." She'll be quiet, then, waiting to hear what he has to say.
Sebastian: Sebastian walks quietly, seeming to be gathering his thoughts.
Sebastian: He begins hesitantly...
Sebastian: "I find myself in a position I try to avoid... I find myself... in the need of some advice..." He smiles depreciatingly.
Isadora: "I might be the last person in this camp to ask for sensible advice--so are you desperate, or just not interested in the sensible?"
Sebastian: "...I trust you..."
Isadora smiles, just a bit. "I'd hate to think my trust in you was unreturned."
Sebastian: "I pride myself in the control I exert over myself. Unfortunately this place seems to be fraying that control. I fear that I have come to care about someone a bit more than I should, and it's slowly eating away at me..."
Isadora grimaces. "My advice in matters of the heart runs to the sticky. But go on."
Sebastian: Sebastian sighs quietly. "Have you seen Laura recently?"
Isadora has seen so little of Laura that she has to think for a moment who he's talking about. Then she remembers... "No. Has something happened?"
Sebastian: Sebastian's eyes darken. "I wish I knew..."
Isadora: "She came out here for you, and she hasn't left. That must mean something." Isadora hopes she's on safe ground, here.
Sebastian: Sebastian mutters "I'm sure it does..." then he shakes his head minutely, "Enough melancholy moping from me. I've been slacking off the past day or two. What is your most pressing problem at the moment, my Lady?"
Isadora: "Plague. Then wizards, then family, then mutiny, then magic again. But one last touch on your moping, if you'll forgive me... I hope you know that I'll do anything I can to help a friend. Even out here, I have some allies."
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles, it even seems genuinely. "Thank you, my Lad- my friend..."
Isadora: "Thank you, for trusting me." Isadora nods, smiles, and considers the matter closed until such time as he raises it again.
Sebastian: "So... plague... Not my specialty. Family and mutiny though... how about some details?"
Sebastian: "I'm sure I can help with those..." He seems almost back to his old self.
Isadora: "I'm hurrying my mother out as soon as possible, for the plague and other reasons. Leuta should leave, but doesn't want to for some reason. Fazeris... is gloating about something, but I don't know what yet. That reminds me--" Isadora unfolds and glances at the letter she tucked in her belt earlier.
Holmes: As she unfolds the letter, she notes that it has the Silver Blades Guild crest on it. Galgosh writes that he has become promoted, and that the leader of the guild has stepped down. Which essentially leaves him in a position to nominate her for leader of this rival guild to Fazeris'. It also points out, of course, that this will have to await her return from the field.
Isadora winces and refolds the letter so fast she almost crumples it. "Never mind. Bad idea. About Leuta, though, what are the odds of getting her to Sel-Kai from here?"
Sebastian: Sebastian's eyebrows rise. "Sel-kai? I'm sure that I can arrange something. In fact it should be quite easy. I still have a number of contacts, how long would she be there?"
Isadora: "Ah... long enough to stop being a problem?" Isadora looks at him sideways, a little sheepishly. "Come to think of it, that's a pretty tall order. What about a week or two, then? Long enough to clear her head."
Sebastian: Sebastian thinks for a moment. "Simply done, my Lady. In fact I could probably shake loose a couple of months with little effort."
Isadora: "Really? That would be wonderful. I just want her away from the plague, mother, and Fazeris, in no particular order."
Sebastian: Sebastian looks at Isadora calculatingly, "Is Fazeris becoming a... problem? Should I do something about that?"
Isadora: "No!" she says, a little too quickly. "We don't always get along, but I owe him." She laughs, forcing her voice to lighten. "He just drinks my wine too fast and looks too long at my sister, that's all."
Sebastian: "If you change your mind, well, I'm here..."
Sebastian: "And what about this mutiny thing?"
Isadora: "I think that's fixed. Okhfels had to kill a man, and I need to talk to the rest of them. They have to understand that we're in this with the Rhiani, dammit."
Sebastian: Sebastian's eyes turn inward once again. "I want to thank you once again for putting up with my... problems. Is there anything I can help you with in return?"
Isadora: "Hah! We're too busy offering to help each other to accept it. No, I..." Isadora pauses, then. "Actually, there is something."
Sebastian: "Name it."
Isadora: "I don't know if this will be easy, but--could you find out if Okhfels is happy?"
Sebastian: Sebastian pauses in mid-stride and looks at Isadora appraisingly. He cocks his head inquisitively. "I think... Yes, I can do that. For a friend." He smiles it's a smile that Isadora has never seen on his face. It looks almost... happy.
Sebastian: ("friendly", not "happy")

Holmes: Okhfels is at the forge gathering up some things there, when Narbin comes by. "I hear that you're going to the White Wood? Interesting. I was just up that way at the ruins. Found some very interesting things."
Okhfels: "So you went on your own."
Holmes: "Well, I could hardly wait around for any of you lot to join me, now could I," he replies. "In any case, more stuff for me. And I did get a lot."
Okhfels: "Good for you," Okhfels says, with little enthusiasm. He continues poking through the recently-made tools and implements at the forge for things he might find useful.
Holmes: "There's something that might interest you, I think," says Narbin. "As I suspected, the ruins are from one of the first diaspora of the Scorpion Ridge men. The ruins are Tethian in origin."
Okhfels: Okhfels turns around. "I'm not a scholar." His attention has been attracted, however.
Holmes: "I don't suppose that matters much, really. What's important is that I have something that I think belongs to your people," he says with a large grin on his face.
Okhfels: "I don't have anything of value to trade for it, Narbon."
Holmes: "Well, I'm not sure I have a use for it, anyhow. I suppose I could just give it to you," he offers.
Okhfels: Okhfels holds out his hand.
Okhfels: Okhfels crooks an eyebrow.
Holmes: "Oh, sorry I don't have it here - I've got it all stashed back at my tent," he says. "Also, have you seen Archelaus? I think I may have something for him as well."
Holmes: As it happens, Okhfels can see Archelaus over towards the supply building.
Okhfels: Okhfels lets out a frustrated breath. "Well, let's be about it, then."
Archelaus: "So, warrior, are you ready to leave?"
Archelaus approaches Okhfels.
Okhfels: "Not quite. Narbon here says he wants to give me something... and you, too, I think."
Archelaus: "Indeed? That is most gracious of him. Has it scientific interest?"

Holmes: Narbin's tent is unacountably well appointed for a man who is putatively an outdoorsman. And larger than most, sharing it with only Pallos. That person is not present, but his side of the tent is spartan and very neat. Narbin reaches under his cot, and pulls out a sack.
Archelaus settles approvingly into the spartan side of the tent.
Holmes: "Now, I hope the both of you will remember your poor servant, Narbin, in the future," he says. "It wasn't easy coming up with this stuff. That swamp is treacherous, you know.
Okhfels waits.
Holmes: Narbin, unimpressed by his companions lack of response, shrugs, and pulls two items out of the sack. First he draws out a crown, and hands it to Okhels. Then a bird made of a similar whitish metal, and hands it to Archelaus.
Okhfels examines the crown.
Okhfels: "You say this is from Teth?"
Holmes: "Look at the markings, big man, look at it," he says.
Okhfels looks it over idly. "Teth doesn't have lords or kings."
Archelaus examines the bird.
Holmes: "Oh, the city that is buried in that swamp did, my friend," says Narbin. "It was quite extensive, apparently, long ago."
Okhfels: "And they were from Teth?"
Holmes: "Look at the symbol here? Is that not your people's symbol for some special metal?" he says. Indeed, Okhfels knows, as does every tethian that it is. Ever so slightly differently presented, but unmistakably Tethian.
Okhfels: Okhfels shrugs. "You're right... Well, I thank you, Narbon... next time I'm in Teth I'll show it to the priests. They might be able to make something of it."
Holmes: Archelaus can tell that the bird is magical, but can't for some reason seem to get a fix on the nature of the bird. It does, however bear certain markings that seem celestial in nature on the wings. As if the bird's wings wera a map to the skies in which it flies at night.
Holmes: And there's something odd about the shape of the bird. Something not quite natural.
Holmes: It would seem to be well made, so it doesn't seem like the fault of a bad artist, however.
Holmes: As Okhfels looks at the crown, he rubs some grease off of it, and it picks up a certain shine. It's made of tethium.
Archelaus: "Yes, thank you Narbin, I will certainly examine this in greater detail"
Okhfels: Okhfels gasps.
Holmes: "It's that metal I've heard of, isn't it. What's it called in your dialect?" says Narbin.
Okhfels: "White Alloy... but... we only make it into weapons."
Okhfels: "This is very odd."
Archelaus: "Okhfels, do you, perchance, know if the glorious Valris, blessings be upon her name, is or was widely worshipped in your corner of the terrestrial world?"
Holmes: "Hmmm," grunts Narbin in response to Okhfels statement. "Again I think that the ruins are quite old, and from a group that was separate from yours in some way. Or perhaps they moved from the ruins at some point to somewhere else?" he says. "Hard to say. I'm only an amature historian myself."
Okhfels: "Valris? No, we have three gods... Tangon, Udvo, and Whea. Oh, and a few old crazies who worship Kuor."
Archelaus: "Valris' husband?"
Okhfels: "Huh?"
Okhfels: Okhfels waves the crown around dismissively. "You'd have to talk to the Kuorites about that... they keep to themselves, really."
Archelaus: "Do they ever seem to have an unusually healthy interest in the sky?"
Okhfels: "Sorry, Archelaus... like I said... they keep to themselves. Folks say they're crazy old men following a god from a long time ago..."
Archelaus: "As long ago as that temple?"
Okhfels: Okhfels is starting to get confused. "What temple? Look, like I said... I'm not a scholar. If you want answers about all that, you're going to have to go to Teth Hold."
Archelaus is mostly musing to himself and seems a bit surprised whenever someone responds to one of his questions."
Okhfels: Okhfels salutes Narbin. "I thank you for this, Narbin..." He pauses. "I hate to admit it, but I'm in debt to you."
Holmes: Narbin lights up, "Why you're welcome, big man. Again, just remember me should a time come to repay me. Till then think nothing of it."
Okhfels: Okhfels tucks the crown under his arm and leaves the tent.
Archelaus: "Yes, well, if you should need your horoscope read, er..."
Holmes: "Excellent, excellent," says Narbin. "That's wonderful."
Archelaus wanders outside, holding the bird above his head, seeming trying to align it with the sky in some way.

Holmes: As Archelaus tries to align the bird to the sky, he thinks he sees his wife out of the corner of his eye. The woman is actually much more striking, however, and seems to be avoiding the sun.
- Aysha: "Hello, good sir. That is a pretty trinket you have there."
Archelaus looks down from the bird and the sky almost in time to see the small rock in his path.
Archelaus stumbles over the rock and almost drops the bird.
Aysha glides forward
Aysha: "I am Aysha. I hope you have not done yourself harm?"
Archelaus: "A skyma...er, plaything."
Aysha: "It is... beautiful. I sense that it is very old. Where did you get it?"
Holmes: Amestris appears, "Archie? We need to get moving?"
Holmes: Then noticing Aysha, "Who is this?"
Aysha: "Well hello.."
Aysha looks the newcomer up and down.
Aysha: "Who might you be? Are you acquainted with this singularly taciturn person?"
Aysha waves languidly at Archelaus
Holmes: "I'm his wife," says Amestris, grabbing hold of Archelaus's arm uncharacteristically. She raises an eyebrow at Aysha.
Aysha laughs out loud
Holmes: Amestris, usually quite conrolled is slightly taken aback by this. "What's so funny?"
Archelaus: "Yes, well, despite certain religious differences..."
Aysha: "Why are you here?" she finally asks. "This is not a very pleasant spot for a holiday."
Aysha mutters under her breath "Although it is much softer than the sands of a desert."
Holmes: "Archelaus and I are leading an expedition into the White Woods. What's it to you?" she says somewhat confrontationally.
Archelaus focusses on Amestris, "You are?"
Archelaus: "Oh, yes, of course you are."
Holmes: Amestris elbows, Archelaus, and says to him privately, "you know what I mean."
Aysha: "Oh good. I've been looking for someone like you."
Aysha: "My daughter was lost in the woods, but the people in my village were too frightened of the haunts to search for her. There's nothing *dangerousin there is there?"
Aysha looks from Archalaus to Amestris.
Aysha: "Why are you going into the Woods?"
Archelaus: "And the poor child's father...?"
Holmes: "It's....complicated," says Amestris. She frowns at Archelaus.
Aysha sighs and turns her palms up
Aysha: "Dead these many years."
Aysha looks at Archelaus from behind her lashes... long, glossy lashes...
Archelaus: "Oh, what a poor..."
Archelaus looks at Aysha, then Amestris, then back again.
Archelaus: "How unfortunate"
Holmes: Amestris seems very near to growling. In fact, Archelaus thinks he detects that she may actually be doing so sub-sonically.
Holmes: Listening to Aysha's story, somehow, her anger with her ex-husband becomes transformed into empathy for Aysha.
Holmes: "You poor dear," Amestris says.
Holmes: "That must be terribly hard raising a child on your own. And then to have it lost in the forest?" she says moving to comfort Aysha.
Holmes: But really more to put them across from Archelaus.
Holmes: Now they are a team against him. Or so Amestris seems to believe.
Archelaus: "Yes. That is most unfortunate. Indeed, positively regrettable, I must say."
Aysha absolutely fawns
Aysha: "Oh, thank you, thank you. No one else has understood."
Aysha can't quite manage tears
Aysha: "Will you be going into the forest soon then? Will you take me with you?"
Archelaus: "It would be a, er, a honor."
Holmes: Amestris frowns at him again, as if he'd performed some social mistake.
Archelaus: "We'll, I mean, if my, if Amestris agrees, of course."
Holmes: "Of course," she replies. "How could we not help a woman in her position? How could you even think that we wouldn't, Archelaus of Danarchis?"
Aysha gives Amestris a (she hopes) sisterly look.
Aysha: "Let's get away from all these noisy men. We can find some cool wine, and you can tell me all about the Woods."

Holmes: Egaini comes back to the tents, his cart being pulled behind by his beast. He nearly runs into Okhfels trying to control the animal.
Okhfels: "Whoa..." Okhfels helps Egani to keep from falling over.
Egani: "Sorry about that. We about ready to get started, then?"
Okhfels: "Soon, soon. I just need to get a few things together. I don't think Archelaus is ready yet either."
Holmes: Dhazari strides on up to the pair, "Can I speak with the healer, Okhfels?"
Okhfels: "Sure."
Egani: "How may I help?"
Holmes: He nods and turns to Egani, "I know that you intend to leave for the White Wood. But we hoped that you might stay behind. The fever is spreading, and we're sorely lacking healers of late."
Holmes: "Would you consider not going?"
Okhfels nods.
Egani: "Truly, I don't think that is the best use of me as a resource. I feel that the disease may be tied to the phenomena in the woods. Investigation there takes priority, however I look at it."
Holmes: Dhazari looks more than skeptical. "That assumes that you survive to find the cause. I think that your chances are none too good. Is there something that we can offer you, perhaps, to change your mind? We could collect some of the magic flowers for you, perhaps?"
Egani: "Magic flowers?"
Egani: "What is their relationship to the disease?"
Holmes: "None, you misunderstand. They are valueable for the pleasurable and powerful trances that their essence can cause in one who inhales it," says Dhazari.
Egani: "Oh, as a payment... Um, I'm not really interested. Tell you what, these guys are still working to get things together. Before we head out, I'll look at the sick and you can tell me everything about the disease that you know.""
Holmes: "That's better than nothing," Dhazari nods in reluctant agreement. "I'll bring some over immediately."
Egani: "I'll go with you."
Holmes: "Alright," he says, "They're not far. It is our tradition that the sick live away from the well. They are at the clearing now."
Egani: "How long has the disease been active?"
Egani: "Is this something that come up from time to time among your people, but this time it's worse, or is it entirely new?"
Holmes: "For several days now, " he replies. "It spreads like wildfire. We never have this. Then again, we never go into the swamp normally. But since we collect the flowers for he colony..."
Egani: "Have people gotten better?"
Okhfels: Okhfels goes about his business.
Holmes: "No, but I think that the disease runs long in people."
Egani: "Do beasts catch it?"
Egani: "Describe the symptoms. And what do your own healers think of it?"
Holmes: "Oh, it's a common enough sort of illness, I guess. One gets a strong fever that builds over a few days, until they get the shakes in the worst cases," they arrive at a recently erected Rhiani tent. "Here's one of the worst cases in here."
Holmes: Dhazari opens the tent up to allow Egani to see inside.
Egani strides in with confidence and curiosity.
Holmes: The man before him is obviously suffering from what's called Canal Cough in Sel-kai. But...there's something else. Indeed there are signs that the disease has been delivered by magic. Too late for prevention in this case, of course, the natural disease must be treated.
Egani: "This man needs meals of chicken soup, snacks of fruit and three trips to the sauna each day."
Egani: "Sir, how was your time occupied for the week before you caught the disease?"
Holmes: "I am one of the hunter's circle. I was out in the swa-swa-swamp," he replies. "I got it there. No dount about it."
Egani turns back to Dhazari, "What about everyone else who got sick? Is there anyone who didn't go to the swamp?"
Holmes: "Well, it's catching. Hence why we keep them here," says Dhazari. Egani notes his reluctance to even really enter the tent.
Egani: "Seriously, chicken soup, lots of fresh fruit, and regular sessions in the sauna. There's nothing special about this disease except for the initial contagion."
Egani: "Dhazari, if you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you and Isadora about the disease."
Holmes: "Yes, of course," he replies. "What's a sauna?"

Holmes: People are gathering on the colony side of the clearing. In addition to the people heading out (putatively) there are many there to see them off.
Egani: Locating Isadora among the crowd, Egani and Dhazari approach, trying to make time for a bit of conversation before the expedition is readied.
Isadora: Isadora's version of a farewell speech is "Go bravely, come back quickly, and if you must die on unhallowed ground, do it well!" She grins impartially at those gathering to depart.
Isadora: Enthusiasm slightly dampened by the approach of the necromancer and the stormcrow, Isadora turns to meet them.
Aysha watches Isadora from where she loiters near the edge of the clearing. "If only she knew," she thinks to herself, with a sly inward grin.
Sebastian: Sebastian stands quietly watching all the new arrivals he h as yet to meet... *Aysha catches his eye, for many different reasons.
Okhfels arrives at the clearing, wearing heavy-looking rucksack. An extra sword hangs at his belt, a heavy, one-handed chopping blade, crudely constructed but serviceable enough. He's also wearing his full suit of armor, such as it is.
Holmes: Captain Kaltrain comes up to Sebastian, "I would have a word with you, sir. I have been looking for Laura. You see, she was supposed to give me a report to take back to the Ullizi's. Given that we'll be leaving soon, presumably, I wonder if you could give me a report instead? I sense that you would have the information that I'd need, maybe?"
Egani: "Isadora, who wants the flower harvesting operation to cease and fail? Is it someone trying to ruin you, your employer, or something else? Is is someone we know? Salast?"
Isadora looks at Egani with arched eyebrows. "Why the sudden interest in flowers? Does your house need more color?" Behind her levity is an answer, but she hesitates to give it in public.
Sebastian: Sebastian answers the Captain without turning to him, "Yes, find me in my tent after this gathering."
Egani: "The disease that's plaguing the camp isn't anything special and people will heal if we get it under control. We need to build a community sauna right away and provide chicken soup and fresh fruit to the victims, but they'll mostly be fine. But it's clearly being delivered through some magical means that are as yet opaque to me. I doubt very much that it is merely being picked up coincidentally in the swamp as seems to be the assumption."
Okhfels: Okhfels seeks out the various travellers, moving between them, seeing if anyone feels overburdened.
Isadora nods sharply to Egani. "We need to talk, then. The supplies you're asking for could be a long time in coming, if my suspicions are right."
Holmes: Narbin stands by the circle watching, speaking to Lessos. "Yes we're going too. What, do you think this lot is going to find their own way in the White Wood?"
Holmes: Archelaus stands behind his wife as she moves to stand near Aysha.

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