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Jeran Darkclaw wrote:
Jeran sighs. "I agreed to look into it, not just take his word for it. Also, her common isn't very good....hang on."
"Umm....also, while I'm talking to the girl does anyone want to double check and make sure that's really Tryko'Sam? Just saying....I don't want to get back to Avalon, find out we've been tricked, and have to come right back. Tryko'Sam heals....really fast. Why would he still be unconscious if that's really him? And if it is, what's causing the problem adjustng to this plane. I don't notice any of the rest of us having trouble, except Professor Settro a little bit, but not as dramatic. So something is definitely up."
Having said his piece, Jeran trnasforms into a large black wolf and walks over to the girl, sitting down in front of her.
::You were brought here from Avalon....from the place where Tryko'Sam brought you after he took you away from the cultists. Have you met the person in charge of this place?:: he asked telepathically, keeping his mental tone as gentle and kind as possible, not wanting o spook the girl.
Plopped on the ground, or layed down, Tryko'Sam isn't hissing smoke anymore, but his eyes are shut, he appears to catch a quick breath, then stop. It's odd, but, since picking him up in the Abyss, he really hasn't done much.
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The Choosen One watches Jeran step forward with recognition the surprise at his transformation. Again, she appears wide eyed and surprised, but doesn't flee. Sagely though, showing yet again a low level of education or intelligence, she replies with, "Puppy!"
If Jeran WERE a mind reader, he might realize she wants to touch and pet him like a doll, or even dress him up, but thankfully, he's not.
Her actions might...
::I need you to focus. Please. Do you know who is in charge here? Have you met him? There is a chance that the person in charge might be...bad. We need to find out if that is the truth or not.::