The gnome smiles. "You're secret's safe with me. Just...don't let anything happen to you before you can give it to her, okay? Promise me."
"I promise," Sienna assures the gnome as they reach the inn.
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Harakhty descends down the stairs, sullen and quite haggard. He silently sits and eats a little food.
Sienna walks into the inn, a smile on her face. "Ylrhea got us some trading partners."
She looks at Harakhty then turns to Cyna. "What's wrong with him?"
"Nightmares? Seems to be going around." Cyna replies.
As the girls walk back into the in to the inn, Sādhanā has a distant serene expression, a smal smile momentarily playing on her lips.
"Then we ought to wake up Arista and head off," Sienna suggests.
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"What's the smile for?" Ylrhea asks the magus.
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"Clara's thinking about me based on the feeling I'm getting." she replies.
Ylrhea smiles. "She misses you as much as you miss her, I'm sure."
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Johann looks at the vanara. "He doesn't look well. We should get him out of here."
Giving Ylrhea's shoulder a squeeze, Sādhanā stands up looking at the rest of the group. "Ok let's get our gear together and I'll go wake Arista, it's time we moved on."
Sienna nods. "Alrighty."
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"Normally undead are unaffected too...although considering where we're headed and what we face it would be a little odd to gift you with a blade that couldn't hurt your worst enemies."Sādhanā says thought fully.
"Perhaps it has to do with my paternal family history. According to Tarja, one of my father's ancestors was a very devout follower of Sarenrae and very powerful. This blade actually belonged to him, and when he died, Sarenrae hid it until one of his line was worthy enough to wield it. I guess that's me."
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A thought struck Drago as everyone started to rise from their seats. "You all go ahead and get ready to leave. I'm going to make a stop by the Mayor, I know what my favor is." As both he and Tarja made their way to the Mayor, many were staring at the Eidolon. Does one ever get used to the staring? He thought to her.
Eventually. She thought back.
Reaching the Mayor's office, Drago entered respectfully. "Good morning Mayor, are you busy?"
"Not at all," Vargan replies. "Ah, yer a summoner...Ah hadn't seen one in ages. Back when Ah lived near Blackcrown..."
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"You...you lived near Blackcrown? Do you happen to know if, anyone lives there? Perhaps with the family name Zakharov?"
Vargan shakes his head. "The Dragon Wars drove everyone off. No sane person'd be there. Ah do recall that name...Dagan, Ah think it were."
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Drago stood there stunned, This man knows some of my family's history. I'll have to come back at a later date. Coming out of his stupor, "While I appreciate the history lesson, and would love to learn more, I unfortunately do not have the time. I'm here to claim my favor."
"Wot is it ye want?" Vargan asks.
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Drago reached for his belt pouch, pulled some coin, and placed it on the desk. "I'm guessing that like every other large city, that there are a number of indiviuals that are poor, orphaned, disabled, or in some way unable to help themselves. Take this coin and use it to help those people. Some blankets, a hot meal, could go a long way in fortifying their spirits."
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Vargan nods at Drago. "Help is always needed everywhere one goes. Ah shall add to yer generous donation. May the Dawnflower bless ye, Summoner."
The last word is said with a mixture of respect and remembrance.
"And may Sarenrae's blessings be upon you as well." Drago said with a bow. Before leaving, he looked back and said, "Until we meet again Mayor." Leaving the office, Drago headed to meet the others.
"I'm sorry if I startled you...you don't have to apologize, I was just talking with Godrick. When I got back you had fallen asleep with Shamara, it's no big deal. She's a cat, she likes taking naps...sometimes alot of them. So...do you wanna go out first, or sit and talk? You look pretty jumpy to be huntin' down wild boar." She says the last bit with a smile as she nudges Elena's arm with her own.
Upstairs Arista snores softly while she lays fast asleep on the bed. With one hand tucked under her cheek, her other arm hangs off the bed with her hair falling all around her.
He takes in her outfit and sneers. "And what is this garbage that you are dressed in? Did you not read my letter? I want you dressed in proper Mahila priestess attire! You bring me shame like your mother's sister!"
He narrows his eyes at the emerging fetchling. "Are you being influenced by others? I see two people building a chapel by themselves. Why do I not see a shrine to Amanurata? Have you forsaken your religion as well as your morals?"
His nostrils flare as his face tightens in anger. Rafat grabs his daughter by the arm, his grip unkind. "Come! I will have words with your mother and you will have to be disciplined!"
Sādhanā knocks lightly on Arista's door, listening to see if it was enough to awaken her.
The rage on her face is more than apparent as she levels her bow at him, I don't know where you came from...but this is Valwick and you will NOT touch her! You have NO power over her here!" As she yells out she draws back the string on her bow and levels the arrow at his chest. Using her other arm she draws Elena behind her while he grasps his hand in pain.