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Okhfels: Okhfels plods along the lane between the tents, on his way towards Isadora's. His brow is knitted in thought. His gaze is cast upwards, searching the sky for answers it refuses to divulge.
Okhfels: Every so often, his glance turns downwards, towards the white metal blade, held lightly in his right hand, the way one might hold a bird, or a sunbeam.
Isadora: Though it's not her normal hour for it, Isadora is in the little area behind the tent she uses for practice, executing lunge after lunge with clean, quick motions. Lost in concentration, she doesn't seem to hear his approach.
Okhfels: Okhfels comes up to the edge of Isadora's practice ground. He pulls an empty barrel up and leans against it, half-sitting. He sets the blade down on the barrel behind him. He still looks a little lost and confused.
Isadora: After a final stop-thrust, Isadora turns to look at him, resting the point of her rapier on the ground. "What is it?" she asks, quietly.
Okhfels: Okhfels spends another few seconds considering his words.
Okhfels: Finally, he makes his decision.
Okhfels: "The Tethians are behind us, all the way."
Isadora: nods. She apparently has something on her mind, too.
Okhfels: "I talked to Beliria, after. She gave me this." He brings the blade out from behind him. It's about a foot long, enough to be dangerous in a fight, but also short enough to be useful as a tool. "In Teth, when a man and a woman get married, he gives her a knife... like this, if he can afford it."
Okhfels: The white metal, burnished, shines brighter than silver.
Okhfels: "They are wed for as long as she wears it."
Isadora: takes an involuntary step forward, eyes fixed on the blade. "It's beautiful," she murmurs.
Okhfels: "Beliria will marry us tonight, if you wish it." Okhfels looks into Isadora's eyes, his face neutral, caught on the edge between hope and loss.
Okhfels: He takes the knife by the blade and offers the hilt.
Isadora: finally lifts her eyes to meet his. "Did you put something into Lana's mind during the duel?" she asks.
Okhfels: Okhfels stops breathing. Then, he inhales, and somewhere finding more courage than he has ever needed before, he says, simply, "Yes." His expression does not change.
Isadora: Isadora's voice cracks as she says, "Why?" She looks at him, lost, as if he'd just run the sword through her chest.
Okhfels: Okhfels's hand droops when he sees the pain in her face. His eyes drop to the knife, downcast in shame. "I... feared for you."
Isadora: speaks again after several seconds in a strange, distant tone. "I told the Rhiani warriors I'd marry no one before the quest. Why do you want it to be tonight?"
Okhfels: "Beliria says that it's the right time for it. But... yes. You made a promise. I can't ask you. I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come to you with this. I forgot."
Okhfels: Okhfels scratches the back of his head. He takes the knife and slides it into his belt.
Isadora: Isadora's hand shoots out to grab his wrist.
Isadora: "Can... can Beliria come along?"
Okhfels: "Come along? On the quest? Yes... yes, I'm sure she would. Something... something changed between us, today. I'm sure she would."
Isadora: "Time passes differently where we're going, I'm told. It... might be possible for me to keep my promise and still catch the day." She draws a deep breath. "Sometimes I think you will destroy me, Okhfels."
Okhfels: Okhfels looks confused for a moment. He puts the knife into his belt. Then a smile crawls across his face. "Does this mean... that if we DO get it done before the end of the day, you'll marry me?"
Holmes: There's a knock at the tent post.
Holmes: Jilliams realizes that nobody is inside, and looks around the tent seeing the pair there. "Ah, there you are. We have an interesting arrival."
Isadora: "Yes," says Isadora, and then her voice shakes with anger as she adds, "Just... stay out of my sight until we go."
Okhfels: Okhfels is stunned, at first, by the force of her words, but encouraged. He nods, and turns to go.
Isadora: Isadora's eyes snap to Jilliams, interrogating him with a glance.
Holmes: "We have a Vajaari who would like to speak to you, Isadora," Jilliams relates.
Holmes: Behind Jilliams is a tall dark man, garbed as the Vajaari, and carrying a pair of matched scimitars, sheathed.
Idris steps into the room, moving cautiously, letting his eyes adjust to the dimmer light.
Idris bows to the priestess.
Isadora: sheathes her own sword, forgotten until now, with a swift motion. Her eyes flicker to Okhfels' back one last time before returning to the Vajaari, and a mask of calm descends over her face. "I'm Isadora," she says to the newcomer. "I'm what passes for a commander on the Kaitaine side of things. And you are?"
Idris: "Idris. I am ... seeking sancutary. Work. Have I come at a bad time?"
Isadora: Isadora's teeth flash in a smile, genuine if a little too brief. "We have nothing but interesting times out here. Forgive my inquiry, but usually Vajaari seek employment in the neighboring regions, not here. Could you explain your circumstances?"
Idris stands very still, eyeing her.
Idris: "I am ... adrift. I no longer answer to the village--to my master. Things are changing for me and I ... "
Idris glances around the tent.
Idris: "I am here, only as myself. Not as the Vajaari."
Holmes: Suddenly Nurek comes running up, carrying a body. He's about to address Isadora, when he notes Idris and stops dead in his tracks. He drops the body, which Isadora realizes is that of Pallos, and draws his long knives.
Idris rests his hands on his swords.
Isadora: Besides the tension still hanging in the air, the only things in this little space between tents are a practice dummy and some barrels--hardly an official setting for greeting the newcomer. She's starting to say something else to Idris, when Nurek arrives.
Isadora: One hand rises to her sword hilt and the other flings out in Nurek's direction. "What's going on?"
Holmes: Idris and Isadora both note that Pallos is dead. His throat cut from ear to ear.
Idris says nothing, but stays relaxed and loose.
Holmes: Nurek replies without taking his eyes off of Idris, "I found him north of the White Wood. He left with Narbin, you'll recall. I can't find any sign of that one."
Idris: "Assassins."
Idris: "They might steal the body of the other ... to lure you out."
Holmes: "I don't think so," says Nurek. "This is meant to keep us in."
Holmes: "You're a warrior of Z'taar, unless my eyes decieve me."
Idris nods, and shrugs. "I bear the marks. I no longer fight for Z'taar."
Isadora: Isadora's eyes flicker between the two of them, then she looks to Jilliams and tells him, "Go ask Dhazari if he can spare a man or two to help with this matter. I'll owe him."
Idris: "You are organizing a search party? Or retribution? Either way, I can help."
Isadora: To Idris, Isadora says bluntly, "Your offer puts me in a difficult position, since you arrived immediately after the death."
Holmes: "How do we know that you're not a spy," says Nurek, his eyes narrowing.
Idris: "If I had slain him," I say, coldly, "I would tell you."
Idris: "If I were a spy, I would not bear these marks on my arms."
Idris 's voice is icy.
Isadora: looks to the marks, brows raised questioningly.
Holmes: "I'd ask you to swear on Z'taar, but if you're not his any longer, the oath would be useless," says Nurek. "So what does that leave you able to swear upon?"
Idris has tattoos and burned, branded flesh on his forearms. Marks of Z'taar holy warriors.
Idris looks back at him, eyes narrowed.
Idris: "I can swear Z'taar, if you like. If I lie ... may he come and *find* me and we will be finished with each other."
Idris: "I am no murderer, warrior. No assassin."
Isadora: Coming to a decision, Isadora says, "Nurek, will you and Idris accompany the group investigating the murder, and help him settle into the camp?"
Idris waits to see how Nurek will react
Holmes: Nurek looks at Isadora like she's crazy, "Do you know the powers of the holy warriors of the Lord of War?"
Holmes: Then, trying not to look like a coward, "How many men with us?"
Idris: "Let's go."
Idris: sardonically: "With luck we'll be dead before nightfall."
Isadora: "Some Rhiani if Dhazari can spare them, and Jilliams will detach some of the Ikaiti troops. If the Vajaari--or any of our other neighbors--are moving on us, we need to find out, so put coming back alive over heroics."
Isadora: sighs and looks at the two of them. "And you're not leaving right this minute, so why don't you give me a quick introduction to the holy warriors of the Lord of War."
Idris looks over at Nurek, irritated.
Idris: "We are trained to kill in the name and the fury of Z'taar."
Idris: "To punish those who transgress against Him in thought or deed."
Idris: "To live live absent of mercy."
Idris: "Violent. Well trained."
Idris: "Empty. Is that enough? It's behind me and I am far from the weapon my master was. But I will do my part well enough."
Isadora: "All those duties are behind you, and none will come to pursue you here?"
Idris swallows, then "I do not know. If Z'taar cast his eyes away from me, there is still enough of his rage in this world to come looking for me."
Isadora: "Try to be more specific about this rage." Isadora's tone is a little wry, but she doesn't sound like she's about to throw him out.
Idris: "The price for my leaving is to flayed from the knees down and given to run on the hot desert sands. Then the hunting party will come to kill me. I imagine there are some of the faith wholl eventually come looking to find me."
Idris: "And if you shelter me, you will have your share in that fate. If they can enforce it."
Holmes: Nurek scowls at this, "This is not good. After I killed so many of them to keep them at bay. And now this one makes himself bait to bring them all here?"
Idris looks over an nods.
Holmes: Nurek's face is black with anger.
Isadora: says quietly, "That's a heavy price, as Nurek gently reminds me. What do you bring to offset it?"
Idris: "My skill. My steel. My service. The unalloyed truth as I know it. Courage beyond what you can expect from a man who expects to live to bear children."
Isadora: Isadora thinks that she'd like to ask Okhfels' advice, and grits her teeth. Aloud, she says, "Can you face the Vajaari in combat and tell us all you know that might help us against them?"
Idris: "Yes."
Holmes: "If they might be hot on his heels, then do we have time to go looking for Narbin? That's a fool's errand anyhow. I think that it was Narbin who killed Pallos," says Nurek.
Idris: "We'll see."
Isadora: "Narbin and Pallos were partners," Isadora says to Nurek, but she doesn't say he's wrong. To Idris, she says, "You can stay, for now. But find some time to tell me about Z'taar before you catch up to that death you're pursuing."
Idris raises an eyebrow.
Idris: "My death ... is pursuing me."
Isadora: half-smiles sadly. "You and Sebastian should have talked."
Idris turns to go. "Let's see if we can find this Narbin. Let's see his inner nature."
Isadora: Isadora's eyes linger on Idris a little too long as he goes.
Idris will walk to the edge of the encampment and stand there, perfectly still, listening, eyes closed, taking deep breaths.
Idris turns his head slowly from left to right.
Holmes: After a bit, a swift breeze says that the person that they're looking for is directly across the lake. Somewhere amongst the titanic white trees.
Idris: "This way." (I point in the direction) "Amid the white trees I think."
Idris starts off.
Holmes: *
Holmes: *
Holmes: Rounding the north end of the lake, the White Woods stand nearby, looming like impossibly thin giants with white hair. The sun has almost set.
Holmes: "So, since our last passage into the world of the trees, nobody has dared enter again," Nurek says to Idris, continuing a discussion they're having. "It's a very strange world in there."
Idris moves at a quick pace, periodically stopping to listen and crouching and remaining still for a few moments before moving again.
Idris looks back. "Strange how?"
Holmes: "I would council against going in at night, except that I don't think that day and night have meaning in the White Wood," he relates. "Time passes differently there. There is a world deeper inside in which live the worshippers of some mad god."
Idris mutters 'that could be any of them'
Idris: "So would this man have run there after treachery? That seems bold."
Idris: "Was he bold?"
Holmes: "No," replies Nurek. "But I think he was ambitious. Or at least greedy."
Holmes: "Where do your senses say he is?
Holmes: "
Idris: "Within the wood."
Idris is quiet for a moment. "Nothing more. Can you track him?"
Holmes: Nurek looks around the clearing near where he'd found Pallos before. "Somebody went this way."
Holmes: He points into the woods.
Holmes: "Has to be him?"
Idris nods. "Then we go. Quietly. Only one?"
Idris picks his way through the trees.
Holmes: "Only one," confirms Nurek.
Holmes: *
Holmes: *
Holmes: As they pass within the eaves of the wood, the muggy night air becomes cooler and dryer. Just as it's about to become pitch black, Idris sees light ahead, far deeper into the forest.
Holmes: "That's it," says Nurek. "That's the other place."
Idris: "Something's ahead--yes?"
Idris nods.
Holmes: There is no wind here, but yet this lack of wind speaks to him. It's so complete that it tells him that something controls the place ahead, a force of fear and deception. Incredible danger awaits in that white light. This Nurek and his friends must be quite bold, or quite stupid.
Idris frowns. "It's bad. Stay close. We will be fast." I look over. "Or wait here if you like."
Idris moves ahead in a partial crouch.
Holmes: Nurek frowns at the potential slight, and follows Idris. Looking back at times, Nurek is, in fact, remarkably silent, which may have to do with the glow about his feet that seems to be coming from the charm near one of his boots.
Idris moves forwards, into the light.
Idris motions for us to spread out slightly
Holmes: The charm suddenly triggers a memory in Idris. The village. All the dead. They had been members of this man's religion, followers of primitive idols. The priests had said to kill these people - they were not loyal to Z'taar. They'd also said that they were all part of one large extended family.
Idris 's eyes narrow.
Idris nods, grimly.
Idris continues moving forward, listening.

Holmes: The Raven considers Lana's question about payment. Well, how about this, says the Raven, and before she knows what it's doing, she sees it pulling something out of her that looks like her memories of Sebastian. "These would make reasonable payments," The Raven says.
Lana: Lana glares at the Crow angrily, "What?" she grasps at the whispy memories, "Those are mine!"
Holmes: "You think you can leave without paying?" the Raven says, it's head turning towards the shadows. "There are things back here that must be satisfied."
Holmes: Indeed in the shadows, something looms ominously,
Holmes: Unseen, but with a potential malevolence that can be felt.
Lana: Lana sneers, "I do not deal with those I can not see."
Egani's voice can be heard from outside the tent. "...I guess it shouldn't seem strange that you have misplaced spirits in your tent. Is it something we should be cautious of?"
Holmes: Fahd looks about the tent. His gaze falls on Lana. "The one you call Lana is here in the tent. Not far from this world. And, yes, other spirits are near, too."
Lana: Lana turns to Fahd surprised, "You can see me? That seems odd."
Holmes: Fahd shrugs, "I'm quite familiar with transient spirits."
Lana: Lana blinks, "Is that what I am now?"
Egani -- getting the gist of the situation, begins to prepare a spell that he hopes will secure Lana back in her comotose body, and help her to regain conciousness.
Lana: Lana looks at Egani, worried, and asks Fahd, "What is he doing? Is he going to do something horrible to me again?"
Holmes: "I'm not sure," he repliles to Lana. Then Fahd frowns, "I sense that The Taker is near. Have you seen it, Lana?"
Egani: As Egani chants, he wields his sword like a scalpel, shaving away some of the barrier that lies between Lana's spirit and her body.
Holmes: Fahd gets what Egani is trying to do, and sits down, and begins to chant. After long moments of this, a wind rises in the tent, and swirls about. Inside this cyclone in the tent, a calm forms in the center. Suddenly Egani can see Lana.
Holmes: As Egani's spell begins to work a voice comes from the darkest part of the spirit world connected with the tent. "
Holmes: "She is not yours to take."
Egani: Shouting above the strange ambient noise of the ritual, Egani addresses the strange elf. "Artanis! Lana is in this state becuase of your meddling and that of your kinsman Vella. There is an entitiy that doesn't want Lana to live. Will you attend to it?"
Artanis: "Wha...?" Startled by this fallacious accusation, and generally destabilized by the events, Artanis looks like he's at a loss.
Egani: Egani's face is hard. "Do you care for this woman or not?"
Artanis: "Of course I will do everything to save her, this has never been the question! Tell me what I must do, sorcerer!"
Egani looks from Artanis to fahd with raised eyebrows and a shrug of the shoulders.
Holmes: Fahd says, "The Taker always demands a price. Should we bring back Lana without paying him, he might choose to enter our world and take something himself."
Egani: "Go pay him...or something." Egani looks uncertain.
Egani: "Come on Lana, we've got you covered. Come back to your home."
Artanis: Artanis stands up from behind Fahd and Egani where he was sitting and draws his sword.
Artanis: "Taker, let us negotiate."
Holmes: "What would you give for this one?" it asks. Artanis realizes that it's not asking for gold, but something much less tangible.
Artanis: Sligthly trembling: "Take my spirit if it must be and let her free to live amongst the mortals again!"
Artanis clenches his teeth, bracing for some kind of dramatic impact.
Holmes: The being in the shadows reaches out, and for the first time everyone can see a blurry outline of part of it, what looks like a tentacle of darkness. It plunges into Artanis, and his body falls to the ground as his spirit is dragged off into the darkness.
Holmes: Meanwhile, something goes badly wrong with Egani's spell as the passing magical energies intertwine. Lana's spirit is flung from the spot where it was laying, and out into the mundane world beyond the whirlwind. Her body continues to lie helpless.
Egani turns to Fahd. "Well...that could have gone better."
Holmes: Fahd nods solemnly, "Should I keep this way open?"
Holmes: He seems to look in the direction that Artanis dissapeared to.
Egani: "Is he coming back?"
Holmes: Fahd looks skeptical. "It's unlikely."
Egani: "Better not to let anything else cross then. Right?"
Egani drags Artanis' body clear of the portal and takes his sword.
Holmes: Fahd looks at Egani as if trying to determine if he's being honest about this practicality. But he nods after a moment, and begins to chat once again. Slowly he whirlwind ceases, and the tent becomes the only world once again, the smell of Fahd's trinkets of death permeating the air.
Holmes: *
Holmes: *
Holmes: *
Holmes: For a while all is darkness, and then Artanis notes that he's emerging into what looks like some dark cave with water running in it. Somehow it seems like it's man-made. He senses that the being that brought him here has left for the nonce. Looking about bars block all of the exits including, impossibly, the way he came into this odd chamber.
Holmes: Millenia pass, or perhaps only a few seconds, as clouds seem to roll by an opening in the ceiling well out of reach.
Holmes: Then somebody comes to the bars.
Artanis: A face bearing a striking resemblance to Artanis's uncle stares at him with a look of disgust and strong disappointment, then turns back and vanishes.
Artanis: After a minute century, the face of a young woman comes to another exit. Artanis vaguely remembers having met her when he was still a boy. Perhaps he had loved her once? He couldn't remember. She looks sadly at him and then disappears.
Holmes: The first face returns, and speaks to him, "Why, Artanis? How can you serve your family here? You were our means to fix the world. What have you done?"
Artanis: "Uncle? I thought... you where... gone to the world of the dead!?" Artanis cries, genuinely scared by the apparition. He gropes around the cave floor, trying to get up.
Holmes: "It's time you understood, Artanis," his Uncle says. "We spirits, we are the magic of your sword. It is we who take from you so that we may survive in the world. We do this, Artanis, because we must. Or the prophecy will come to pass, and our family will be no more."
Artanis: "What prophecy? What about the songs of magic you tought me?"
Holmes: "The songs sing to us, to tell us that its time to act," he says. "We've told you the prophecy already. The being in that abomination of a woman will kill us all, should somebody not stop it from being born!"

Okhfels: Okhfels walks into the small circle of tents where his men are encamped. He speaks briefly with Alshor, who is rapidly becoming his second-in-command, and.
Okhfels: ...
Okhfels: and then turns towards the small "supply tent" where the band keep various pieces of communal property.
Okhfels: He ducks inside.
Bird: <<Egani>>
Okhfels: "Right. Er.." <<Egani. Yes?>>
Bird: <<help?//Egani//hands//feet//body>>
Okhfels: Okhfels gets an idea. <<AH! Aaron.>> An image forms in his mind of the golem-like Aaron, complete with /birds/ in his belly.
Bird: <<Aaron//where//introduce>>
Bird flies onto Okhfels's shoulder and tugs at his ear.
Okhfels: <<Follow.>> Okhfels leaves the tent, and starts making his way towards Egani's house. <<Egani made Aaron.>>
Bird continues to sit on Okhfels's shoulder.
Okhfels: Before long, Okhfels arrives at the much-abused house, incongrously standing out in the middle of the prairie. Okhfels goes up to the door and knocks.
Egani: Marcia answer the door. "Yes? Oh, hi Mr. Okhfels."
Egani: "It's been so long since you've been by for a visit. Won't you come in?"
Bird flutters into the house.
Okhfels: "Actually, I'm here to see Aaron. Is... erm, he in Egani's workshop?"
Egani: "I'm afraid I don't know." She lowers her voice a bit, "I don't really like him."
Egani: "You can go in and check...I'm sure that would be fine with Egani."
Okhfels: Okhfels gives a slight bow. "Thank you." Okhfels sends a mental whistle after Bird. <<This way.>>
Bird flutters after Okhfels
Egani: Marcia calls out the door as Okhfels heads around the rose garden, "Let me know if you need anything."
Okhfels: Okhfels opens the door to Egani's workshop and looks in.
Bird squaks.
Bird: <<Egani//Aaron//hands/feet//body>>
Egani: Okhfels and Bird see Arblak reading at Egani's main bench and Aaron apparently asleep in the corner.
Bird flaps towards Aaron and lands on him.
Bird cocks his head at Okhfels.
Okhfels: Okhfels waits by the door to see what happens. <<Is this what you're looking for?>>
Egani: Arblak, looks up at the big man, with fear plain on his face and then cocks his head, watching the bird. It's obvious that he sees something interesting.
Egani: As the birds caged in Aaron's torso investigate the newcomer, he starts and rises from his lean, looking around and settling on Okhfels. "What may I do for you, Sir?"
Bird: <<Angry//Egani//((image of bird flying into Aaron's head))//Bad?>>
Okhfels: "Oh, nothing... I'm fine." Okhfels leans against the doorframe as he watches Aaron and Bird.
Egani: "I'm afraid Egani isn't here just now. I believe he is working with the Rhiani elders."
Okhfels: <<Maybe. Egani's weird. Maybe try to learn from you.>>
Okhfels: "Not here to see Egani, thanks."
Bird: <<learn?//(imagine of two people talking)//alternative//(image of a scalpel)>>
Egani: Aaron stares in an unsettling, unblinking silence, waiting for Okhfels to come to the point.
Okhfels: <<Both, maybe>> Okhfels lets Aaron and Arblak stew.
Okhfels: <<Afraid?>>
Bird: <<cautious//concerned//considering>>
Holmes: As he does so, Okhfels notes Dhazari approaching the house, with a concerned look on his face.
Okhfels: <<Right back.>> Okhfels turns to greet Dhazari. "'Evening."
Holmes: "Well met, Largest One," says Dhazari in a way that's simultaneously formal and humorous. "I've been sent to...ask questions, I guess."
Okhfels: "Egani isn't here."
Okhfels: Okhfels continues, "... or were you here to talk to someone else?"
Holmes: "Well, you'll do, I suppose," he smiles at Okhfels without delight. "Assuming you have answers."
Holmes: "Is the one they call Archelaus here?"
Okhfels: "Archelaus? He's dead... long dead. He died in that big fight on the island."
Holmes: "Then Suteh must be wrong. He says that he's felt the holy challenge circle calling in this direction for Archelaus," he says looking around. Then directly to Okhfels, "Apparently he owes the circle for using it, and it's calling in it's debt."
Okhfels: Okhfels grunts. "I can't say for sure. Archelaus was always a sneaky one. He could switch bodies, you know... tried to do it to me, once. So I could be wrong."
Egani: Aaron asks "What does that debt consist of?"
Holmes: Dhazari is, if not startled, at least somewhat disturbed to be asked a question by Aaron, "The circle will tell Archelaus...if I find him and bring him to it. I believe it has to do with the ritual of prophecy he performed within the circle. During the first eclipse."
Bird: <<hands//feet//body//skin//SEX>>
Okhfels: Okhfels shrugs. "Maybe Egani knows where Archelaus is."
Egani: Arblak, whose loyalties are unclear, nods in agreement, but mostly to himself.
Holmes: Dhazari looks about to roll his eyes. "Have our elders made a mistake letting Egani into the tribe? I sometimes get the sense that there's something very wrong with Egani."
Okhfels: Okhfels barks with laughter.
Okhfels: <<Image of Aysha//How about her?>>
Okhfels: "Sorry... you didn't think of this before?" Okhfels seems genuinely amused.
Bird: <<Image of prison//image of aysha>>
Okhfels: <<Image of Okhfels letting Aysha out of prison>>
Egani: Egani, once again studying Artanis' blade for an understanding of what happened to Sebastian, enters his workshop and stops short -- surprised to find it crowded.
Bird: <<Egani?>>
Egani: "Uh...what's going on?"
Okhfels: <<Egani.>> "We were just discussing Archelaus. And you."
Okhfels: <<Egani.>> "We were just talking about Archelaus. And you."
Okhfels: (Sorry. "discuss" isn't an Okhfels word)
Egani: Egani look more cautious than usual. "Oh?"
Okhfels: "Dhazari thinks Archelaus might be here."
Bird: <<Who//what/archelaus?>>
Egani looks around. If he were, you'd have found him by now. "Aaron, have you seen him around recently?"
Okhfels: <<Archelaus - wizard I killed - sort of>>
Holmes: Dhazari looks surprised, "You mean he is here? Or has been?"
Egani: "I think Archelaus has been discussing metaphysics with Artanis lately. I'm not sure how long that has or will last."
Bird studies Egani closely.
Egani: "Sure."
Egani: "He's staked out a cave, away from camp where he meditates. I'm trying to talk him out of giving up his magic, but I think he's convinced."
Bird: <<Archelaus//Introduce>>
Okhfels: <<Forget it. Not a chance.>>
Bird: <<Archelaus//Egani//Introduce?>>
Okhfels: Okhfels growls a little and shakes his head.
Egani looks at Okhfels questioningly.
Bird tweets at the birds in Aaron's midsection.
Okhfels: Okhfels leaves the workshop, shaking his head. <<No. Not Archelaus. That one is crazy. You don't want him.>>
Egani: "Golly." Egani tries to get a closer look at the bird -- a variety of which he has never noted.
Bird: <<genius//insanity//irrelevant//knowledge//important//introduce>>
Bird pecks at Egani's face.
Egani smiles.
Bird squaks
Okhfels: Okhfels walks out and starts stomping back towards the camp.
Egani: Egani attempts to cage the bird for further study.
Bird dances out of the way, perches on top of Aaron's head, and glares at Egani
Egani: "Would you like some bread?" Egani holds out a thick slab of dark rye, but crumbles a corner.
Bird squaks.
Egani: "Aaron, I think it likes you."

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