GM Dak - Shattered Star 1

Game Master Dakcenturi

For a while she had relied on her hunting skills to survive. But game sometimes proved hard to come by. And the loneliness of the wilds eventually wore on even her staunch spirit. She tried to always remain on the outskirts of the towns she visited, always hopeful to come across some of Elven descent to have real conversation with. More often than not, however, the elves she encountered acted more like these humans than she could stomach.

By the time she reached the port city, she was thoroughly jaded beyond measure. Running low on coin and supplies, and an empty stomach, she resigned herself to one nauseating fact. She was going to have to find employment for one of these...animals. She eventually found herself a tavern that at least had a half-Elven waitress, and asked to be seated alone at a table to formulate a plan. Her bow had broken while hunting a stag four weeks ago, and her clothes were becoming quite worn. The thought at what these humans might ask her to do for coin sent a shiver through to her core. But...she had enough silver for one last decent meal to weigh her options.

As she was eating, she could not help but notice the group of drunk human men eyeing her from the bar. Their intentions were obvious, like a stag in rut. She purposely tried to avoid eye contact, but their bravado field one another, and it was clear things were going to quickly become unpleasant.

The society had not yet seen use for Mokhasi to do any proper exploring - mostly they just had him act as support staff for the exchange. That isn't to say he didn't love his job, but it wasn't as exciting as he had hoped, and he often fantasized about seeing the look on some smug Aspis Consortium scumbag's face as he stole a valuable artifact from their insipid and cruel greasy clutches. This would have to wait, though. He began to walk towards the lodge, checking the directions he had periodically, for he knew the shape of the nations and peoples in Avistan very well - he had not yet studied the cities, something that he was keen to rectify. It was always so interesting to try to see how streets were designed, where buildings were placed, and how the city was built. Many were haphazard, but it appeared at first glance that Almas had a noble purpose behind it's design, reminding him of Nantambu. While few marvel the beauty of a dwarven sky citadel or elven tree city, these human cities were marvelous in their own right. He approached the lodge - looked up at it... and then realized that he wasn't expected for a full day. He chuckled to himself, and then whispered "Mok, you are in for a treat. This city is ripe for discovery. Time to find a tavern get the real flavor of this place." He pulled his hat down and sharply turned away, wandering towards the merchant's district as best as he could remember.

He approached a tavern, the Pandering Pig, with a plump, besuitted pig on the hanging wooden sign, and cackled, smiling at the carving. "A pig wearing clothes!" He tipped his hat at the pig and wandered inside, holding the door open for a drunken dwarf that wandered out, seemingly to use the 'facilities' of the street outside.

Upon arrival, his eyes adjusted to the dim light briefly, and he took off his hat and sidled up to the bar. He took a seat and surveyed the people within the facility, and removed his bag, running his fingers through his hair and tousling the braids briefly to shake out a bit of dust. He noticed a half-elven waitress tending to some folks at the tables, but he spoke to the barkeep from the stool. "Good afternoon sir," he said, gesturing to the portly human that was wiping down some glasses and chatting with a barfly, beckoning him to come over, "if I could trouble you for some local specialty - anything that you are proud of I would taste. I have a bit of coin left from my last job." He smiled broadly at the barkeep, who upon noticing Mokhasi, briefly was taken aback, before nodding and smiling in turn as he poured a mug of light brown beer into a mug. "This is me favorite sour, it is. Takes a bit of getting used to if you haven't had one - and I was experimenting, but folks 'round here seem to like what I've tried. I hope you do too, Mr....?" The barkeep trailed off, not meeting Mokhasi's eyes.

"You may call me Mok, for the time I am here. My full name is difficult to say for the tongue of one who is raised on Taldan - Mokhasi Kpu'unde. But as I said, you may call me Mok. My friends do so." He smiled and took a sip of the beer, which was a different flavor than he was used to, but quite delicious, "Oh my, this is wonderful. You are an unparalleled craftsman, I will enjoy this!" Thanking the barkeep, he retrieved his journal and pen, began to write notes and drawings while seated at the bar, periodically taking sips from the beer and savoring the flavor.

That was when a loud spoken elf walked in, strange in appearance and unfortunately very human in demeanor. His skin tone was darker than she was accustomed to seeing in her people, striking her odd, but the ears and stature were unmistakable. She desperately wanted to go and try and hold a proper conversation with someone, anyone of her people. But she also didn’t want to be rude and impose on his meal.

The decision was made for her, however, when the group of men stood up and started making their way to her table. Immediately, she stood and walked to where the elf was sitting at the bar, carrying her plate and drink and taking a route that kept some other patrons and tables between herself and the men as she walked up to the dark skinned elf.

She was tall and beautiful, her hair the color of the sun and her eyes a gemlike green. Judging by her skin tone she had spent many hours in the sunlight. She carried herself with a clear sense of pride, but her clothes belied hard times. They were worn, had clearly been repaired several times, and in some places holes were just being maintained as best they could to keep from growing larger. Her pack sagged, mostly empty of essentials you would expect a traveler to carry.

”મને માફ કરો. શું હું તમારી સાથે જોડાઈ શકું?”
Elven: ”Pardon me. Can I join you?”

”આભાર. હું ઘણા અઠવાડિયામાં અમારા સાથી સાથે કંપની શેર કરવા માટે પૂરતી નસીબદાર નથી. મારું નામ વેલ્ટારીલ છે,” she says quietly, her tone direct and to the point.
Elven: ”Thank you. I haven’t been fortunate enough to share company with our kin in several weeks. My name is Veltariel.”

She takes a few more demure bites of her food, finishing what was left of it before fishing out a very light coin purse. She opens it and rummages through it to retrieve enough copper coins to offer as payment. The markings on the coins denote them being from a Kyonin mint, the mark of Iadara clear on their surface. She ties the purse closed tightly before securing it to her belt again. She looked over at his writings curiously.

”શું તમે એક શૈક્ષણિક છો?”
Elven: ”Are you an Academic?”

In Elven: ”Academic? Of a sort. I attended Maagambyan University in Nantambu for some time, but my ‘feet grew itchy’ as some folks say. They are kind enough to allow me a... He says a word in Taldan, sabbatical? then returns to Elvish There is not really an elven word for that. It isn’t accurate anyway, as they are allowing me to get credit for research and exploration in the world. I am also a Pathfinder. Are you an academic too? You appear to be from Kyonin, what are you doing in these parts?” He responds politely and honestly.

She looks him over, and asks ”માફી માગીએ, પણ તમે જોયેલી કોઈપણ અન્ય પિશાચથી અલગ છો. આ નંદુંબુથી અમારી બધી જ પ્રકારની તમારી સાથે સમાન સુવિધાઓ શેર કરે છે?”

Elven: ”My apologies, but you look different from any other elf i have ever seen. Do all of our kind from this Nantambu share similar features with you?”

Mokhasi looks at Veltariel when she responds with 'elven,' and then replies.

In Elven: ”Yes, I am what some call a 'wild elf.’ The humans of Mwangi call us the Ekujae, which is reasonably accurate if a bit of an oversimplification. I we live in the forest of the Mwangi, but many of us are on friendly terms with many of the humans, especially those of Nantambu, many of them are Zanj. The people there have the oldest magic university in the world, actually, the Magaabya. Older still than those in Kyonin, to my knowledge, though that may be more of a matter of self-reporting more than accuracy.” He chuckles then, for the first time he also appears pained, ”they took me in after some unfortunate events. I am somewhat adept at magic, so they saw promise in me. I will always be thankful.” He looks over her things. ”Can I help you repair your items? They look damaged. I have an appointment tomorrow but I am free once I finish this delicious beer.” Mokhasi appears to be essentially guileless.

Elven: ”Once I get a job and I can save the coin for the materials, I can do it myself. Do you know ... of any of our kin offering employment? I'm good with,”

The lead man sidles up to her and lifts a strand of her hair between his fingers, rolling it between them. ”Hello there, darlin’. Why don’t you come over to my table and have a drink with me?”

”તમારા ગંદા હાથ મારાથી દૂર કરો,” Veltariel replied sternly.
Elven: ”Take your filthy hands off of me.”

His other hand slipped along the skin of her side and back as he smirked and added ”I love the way you talk, baby. How about you and me go somewhere private that you can ta-AAGGHH!” he cried out as suddenly one of his arms was wrenched painfully up behind him and a slightly curved Elven dagger was pressed firmly against the side of his neck as his face was pressed hard into the top of the bar.

”તમે મનુષ્ય એક જ છો! તમને લાગે છે કે તમે જે ઇચ્છો તે લેવા માટે વિશ્વ તમારું છે! તમે જોઈ શકો છો કે જે તમારી પાસે નથી અને તમારા આદિમ લોભ તમને પોઇન્ટ તરફ દોરી જાય છે કે તમે તમારી જાતને મદદ કરી શકતા નથી, અને તમે અનિવાર્યપણે બળપૂર્વક તેને લેવાનો પ્રયાસ કરો છો! તમે એક કુશળ કુતરા જેવા છો, જ્યાં સુધી તેની માલિક આવી જાય ત્યાં સુધી તે ખુશ થાય છે અને તેને તેના સ્થાને મૂકે છે! તમે કુતરાઓ સાથે તમે શું કરો છો તે લક્ષણો સાથે તમે શું કરો છો તે વિશેની વાતો સાંભળી છે...” she says coldly as she traces the blade down his side to his groin, ”કદાચ મારે તમારા માટે આ જ કરવું જોઈએ ...”

Elven: ”You humans are all the same! You feel that the world is yours to take whatever you want! You see what you can not have and your primitive greed drives you mad until you can not help yourself, and you try to take it by force! You're like an untrained dog, doing as it pleases until it’s master comes and puts it in his place! I have heard stories about what humans do with to dogs with traits they do not like...perhaps I should do the same to you...”

He looks at Veltariel, and in Elven says, મેં કોઈને ભાડે રાખવાનો ઇરાદો કર્યો ન હતો, કારણ કે મારી સંપત્તિ ભાગ્યે જ વિસ્તૃત છે, પરંતુ જો તમે તેને જવા દો, તો અમે ગોઠવણીમાં પ્રવેશી શકીએ છીએ. વેપારી હોવા ઉપરાંત, હું સમસ્યાઓ ઉકેલવા માટે પાથફિંડર્સ સાથે કામ કરું છું - અથવા ઓછામાં ઓછું હું જઇ રહ્યો છું. જો તમે તે રીતે વિચારી શકો છો, તો તમે મારી સાથે જોડાઈ શકો છો અથવા મારા માટે કાર્ય કરી શકો છો. શું તમે તે વિશે સાંભળ્યું છે? જો તમે કરો છો, તો તમારે થોડી વિવેકબુદ્ધિથી સમસ્યાઓને હેન્ડલ કરવાની જરૂર પડી શકે છે - અને તમને લોજ દ્વારા સીધી ચૂકવણી કરવામાં આવશે અથવા તમને જે મળ્યું છે તેને વળતર આપશે, નહીં.

In elven: the I had not intended to hire anyone, as my wealth is hardly expansive, but if you would let him go, we could enter into an arrangement. In addition to being a merchant, I work with the Pathfinders to solve problems - or at least I am going to. You could join me, or work for me if you’d like to think of it that way. Have you heard of them? If you do, you may be required to handle issues with a bit of discretion - and you will be paid directly by the Lodge or compensates by what you find, not me.

She looked the elf beside her over appraisingly, thinking about his offer. [i]He seems nice. He hasn’t had his eyes opened to the evil of these outsiders, a bit naive. Would working for him be worse than being alone?

”હું તમારી ઑફરની પ્રશંસા કરું છું. હું ... સ્વીકારવા માંગું છું, તમે એક પિશાચની પર્યાપ્ત સરસ લાગે છે. જો હું કરું, તો તમે મારા માટે કઇ રીત પૂછશો? અને તમારે જાણવું જોઈએ, હું આ પ્રાણીઓ પાસેથી ઓર્ડર લઈશ નહીં ...”
Elven: ”I appreciate your offer. I...would like to accept, you seem nice enough of an elf. If I do, what sort of taks would you ask of me? And you should know, I will not take orders from these animals...”

I think, if you want, we could jump forward a bit here to a point where the two are no longer “Employer/Employee” but have begun to see each other as comrades, maybe even building enough trust to be friends. Thoughts? If so, I set the stage last time, you can have at it now.

Mokhasi peers through his journal, and reads off items periodically looking up at Veltariel for confirmation. They each have a glass in front of them, and a small plate of food; as usual, Mokhasi is eating decidedly local fare. Veltariel’s gear appears to be well kept and in good repair. These sessions are typical for Mokhasi, who is fastidious and a bit fussy about organization and note-taking.

એવું લાગે છે કે અમારા છેલ્લા મિશન મારા ઉપરી અધિકારીઓની જરૂરિયાતોને પૂર્ણ કરે છે - અને અમારી પ્રશંસા કરવામાં આવે છે. મને કહેવામાં આવ્યું છે કે અમે નકલી આર્ટવર્કને મૂળમાં નિર્દોષ રીતે બિન-શૉંટી હોવા તરીકે સફળતાપૂર્વક ઓળખી શકીએ છીએ, જ્યારે સ્થાનિક પ્રકૃતિ અભ્યારણ્યમાંથી નિર્ણાયક દુર્લભ અને ભયંકર કાચબા બનાવવામાં આવી રહ્યા છીએ. તેથી અમે બે સમસ્યાઓ ઉકેલી, અને તમે અમને અસ્પષ્ટ કરવા માટે મોટા ભાગની એસ્પીસ ગુનોને પણ બહાર કાઢવામાં સફળ રહ્યા. તેથી, અમને સફળતા મળી! મને નથી લાગતું કે અમે વધુ સારી રીતે કરી શક્યા હોત, સિવાય કે મને શંકા હોવી જોઈએ કે વેપારી તેના કરતાં વધુ જોખમી હતો. તમે ખૂબ સરસ રીતે કહ્યું. અને તમે સંયમ સાથે કાર્ય કર્યું - ત્યાં કોઈ અજાણ્યા મૃત્યુ ન હતા, જે સમાજ માટે સારું છે. હું જે પ્રશ્ન કરું છું તે જ છે ... તમે અચકાઈ ગયા છો, જ્યારે એક એસ્પીસ એક પિશાચ હતી. તે ભાગી ગયો. મને લાગે છે કે શા માટે હું સમજું છું, પરંતુ ... તમે તેના વિશે વાત કરવા માંગો છો?

In Elven: It appears that our last mission met the requirements of my superiors - and we are to be commended. I am told that we were able to successfully identify the counterfeit artwork as being decidedly non-Shoanti in origin, while also being made of a decidedly rare and endangered tortoise from a local nature sanctuary, it appears. So we solved two problems, and you even managed to take out most of the Aspis goons there to ambush us. So, we had success! I do not think we could have done anything better, except that I should have suspected that the merchant was more dangerous than he seemed. You picked up the tells very well. And you acted with restraint - there were no barbarian deaths, which is good for the society. The only thing I would question is... you hesitated, when one of the Aspis was an elf. He escaped. I think I understand why, but...would you like to talk about it?
Mokhasi has a look of concern on his face for his friend.

She sighs and looks down to the table, but it is like her eyes are looking much, much further. Tears form at the edges of her emerald eyes. ”મેં તેમના બરબાદવાદને પહેલો હાથ જોયો, મોખસી. અને તે પિશાચ તરીકે ગેરમાર્ગે દોરતાં, તે હજી પણ આપણામાંનો એક છે, અને દાયકાઓ, સદીઓથી, તેના માર્ગોને યોગ્ય રીતે સ્થાપિત કરવા માટે છે. મનુષ્ય? તેમની જીંદગી અડધાથી વધુ સારી હતી. તેઓ પહેલેથી જ તેમના માર્ગો પર સુયોજિત કરવામાં આવી હતી. અને મનુષ્ય ક્યારેય બદલાતા નથી ... ઊંડા નીચે તેઓ એક જ છે ...”
Elven: ”I’ve seen their barbarism first hand, Mokhasi. And as misguided as that elf may be, he is still one of us, and has decades, centuries, to set his ways right. The humans? Their lives were already well beyond half over. They were already set in their ways. And humans never change...deep down they are all the same...”

She looks back to Mokhasi, one of the tears escaping her eye and running down her cheek, but her eyes speak the intensity of her hatred. ”તે તમને બીમાર બનાવે છે કે તમે તેમની પાસેથી ઓર્ડર લો. તેઓ તમારી સાથે વ્યવહાર કરે છે, અમને, સાધનો કરતાં વધુ કંઈ નથી! ડોગ જે ક્ષણિક સમયે તેઓ ઇચ્છે છે તે માટે લાવે છે!”
Elven: ”It makes me sick to see you take orders from them. They treat you, us, as nothing more than tools! Dogs playing fetch for whatever trinket they desire at the moment!”

તમે જાણો છો કે મને મોખસી કેમ કહેવામાં આવે છે? આ એક નાનો નામ નથી, તે છે?
In Elven:Do you know why I am called Mokhasi? This is not an elven name, is it?

He sighs, and folds his hands, reacting sadly to Veltariel, મારા આદિજાતિને મોટે ભાગે slavers દ્વારા માર્યા ગયા પછી, magaambya ના શિક્ષકો ગુસ્સે થયા હતા, તેઓ બચી મુક્ત કરવામાં મદદ અને Aspis ની ક્રૂરતા માંથી છટકી, હા? મેં આ વિશે અગાઉ તમને વાત કરી હતી. શું તમે જાણો છો કે તેઓએ આ કેમ કર્યુ? અમારા એકજજે પિતરાઇઓ ક્યારે નહી કરતી વખતે તેમને મારી સંભાળ રાખવાની હતી. અન્ય એક્ઝેએ દાવો કર્યો કે તેમની પાસે સ્રોતો નથી, અમારી હાજરી એક નાજુક સંતુલનને અસ્વસ્થ કરશે - પરંતુ નંતંબુને સમય અને જગ્યા મળી, અને અમારો સ્વાગત થયો અને અમને સુરક્ષિત રાખ્યો. આ મનુષ્ય તેમના મર્યાદિત, આદિમ હૃદયમાં એક સમજી અને કરુણામાં જોવા મળ્યા છે જે આપણા કિલ્લાઓમાંથી શું કરશે.
In Elven:"After my tribe was largely killed by slavers, teachers from the Magaambya were outraged, they helped free the survivors and escape from the cruelty of the Aspis, yes? I spoke to you earlier about this. Do you know why they did this? They had to care for me when our Ekujae cousins would not. The other Ekujae claimed they did not have the resources, that our presence would upset a delicate balance - but Nantambu found the time and the space, and welcomed us, and kept us safe. These humans found within their limited, primitive hearts an understanding and compassion that went beyond what any of our elves would do."

He takes a drink from his water, and continues, મોખસી મારા શિક્ષકના માનમાં મારું નામ છે, જેણે મને બચાવ્યો અને મારી સંભાળ લીધી, અને પછી વૃદ્ધાવસ્થાથી મૃત્યુ પામ્યા. તેમના પોતાના બાળકો નહોતા, તેથી તેઓ મગમ્બ્યના રહસ્યોનું રક્ષણ કરવા માટે સમર્પિત હતા. તેમના ટૂંકા જીવનમાં, તેમણે આ સ્તર પર થોડી શક્તિ પ્રાપ્ત કરી હતી, પરંતુ તે આ કરવા માટે બંધાયેલા ન હતા - પરંતુ મનુષ્ય પ્રયાસશીલ, હેતુપૂર્ણ જીવો છે જે તેમની આસપાસની દુનિયામાં પરિવર્તન ઇચ્છે છે, વધુ સારું અથવા ખરાબ. જો તમે સમય વિતાવવા માંગતા હોવ અને ક્યારેય વિધ્રુવી આવવાથી દૂર કરશો, તો હું આ દુનિયા કેવી રીતે જુએ તે અંગે વિચારવું શરમજનક છે. ઇતિહાસ દરમ્યાન, અમારા લોકો હંમેશાં અવરોધ ઊભો કરવા અને છુપાવવા માટે સામગ્રી ધરાવે છે, જેથી અમને દરેકના ખર્ચમાં સલામત રાખવામાં આવે. પરંતુ તમે જાણો છો કે, પિશાચના જીવનની વયે ક્રૂરતા વધતી નથી ...
In Elven"Mokhasi is my name in honor of my teacher, who rescued me and cared for me, and then died of old age. He had no children of his own, so dedicated as he was to protecting the secrets of the Magaambya. In his short life, he managed to achieve a level of power that few on this world have, but he was not obliged to do this - but humans are striving, purposeful creatures who seek change in the world around them, for better or worse. If you were to time travel and remove them from ever having come to Golarion, I shudder to think of how this world would look. Throughout history, our people are often content to put up a barrier and hide, to keep us safe at the expense of everyone else. But as you know, cruelty does not move at the age of an elf's life... He bitterly looks down at his folded hands.

He sighs and responds, મેં અહીં કામ કર્યું છે, સોસાયટી સાથે 'ઓર્ડર લેવાનું નથી' પરંતુ મિત્રો અને સહકાર્યકરો સાથે કામ કરે છે, જેથી એન્ડોરેન સલામત સ્થળે મદદ કરે. જો તમે અમારા કાર્યમાં 'ટ્રિંકેટ્સ આનયન' કરતા આગળનો કોઈ હેતુ જોઈ શકતા નથી, તો પછી મને નુકસાન થયું છે. આપણી પાસે વધારે હેતુ છે, તે હેતુ પૂરો ન કરે તો ગૌરવ શું છે?
In Elven: I have worked here, with the society, not 'taking orders' but working with friends and colleagues to help Andoren a safe place. If you cannot see a purpose in our work beyond 'fetching trinkets' then I am at a loss. We have a greater purpose, what is the point of pride if it does not serve that purpose? For the first time since you have known Mokhasi, he appears to look irritated.

She takes the bottle with her and makes her way to the adjacent room, and Mokhasi can clearly hear Veltariel’s sobbing through the wall. After a few hours, he hears her door open again and a light knock on his door immediately after.

She sat on the edge of his bed, shaking her head at his offer of coffee. It was a revolting human beverage that made her stomach churn. She sat quietly, trying to temper herself, but the tears began flowing like rivers once again. ”તે પ્રાણીઓ છે, મોખસી. તમારી પાસે એક સકારાત્મક અનુભવ હતો જેણે તમને ગુલાબના રંગીન ચશ્મા દ્વારા તેમને જોવા દો, પરંતુ મેં તેમની સાચી પ્રકૃતિને સાક્ષી આપી. તેઓ ... તેઓએ તેને મારી નાખ્યા. તેઓએ ઘણાને મારી નાખ્યા છે. પરંતુ સૌથી ખરાબ, તેઓએ તેને મારી નાખ્યા!”
Elven: ”They are animals, Mokhasi. You had one positive experience that has let you see them through rose colored spectacles, but I’ve bore witness to their true nature. They...they killed him. They’ve killed so many. But worst of all, they killed HIM!”

”તે મારો પ્રેમ હતો. એલ્ડ્રુનાસ. અમારું લગ્ન થયું હતું. અમને ફિએરાની પર અતિક્રમણ કરતા બેન્ડિટ્સને રોકવાનો આદેશ આપવામાં આવ્યો હતો. અમે તેમને રસ્તો આપ્યો, પરંતુ તેને મારી નાખતા પહેલાં નહીં. અમારા કેપ્ટન તેમને શાંતિપૂર્ણ ઉકેલો પ્રદાન કર્યા હોવા છતાં, તેઓએ અમને બરતરફ કર્યો અને અમે રક્ષણાત્મક દાવપેચમાં જવાબ આપ્યો. મેં તેમને પૈસા ચૂકવ્યાં ...” she then clenches her teeth ”અને હું તેમને ચૂકવવાનું ચાલુ રાખીશ જ્યાં સુધી તેમને કંઈ આપવા માટે બાકી ન હોય!”
”He was my love. Aldruneas. We were to be married. We were ordered to intercept bandits encroaching on the Fierani. We routed them, but not before they killed him. Despite our Captain offering them peaceful solutions, they fired on us and we responded in defensive maneuvers. I made them pay...and I will continue to make them pay until they have nothing left to give!”

She slams her fist into the mattress a couple of times, the force enough to cause the sleeve of her nightcloak to slip a bit, revealing the edge of some sort of tattoo on her left shoulder blade.

તે ખૂબ જ અન્યાયી છે. તે તમારી પાસેથી ચોરી થઈ ગયો હતો, અને તમારું વહેંચાયેલું જીવન લેવામાં આવ્યું હતું. હું તમને કહી શકું છું કે આ ઠીક કરશે નહીં.પરંતુ આ વસ્તુ તમને અંદરથી નાશ કરે છે. તે બેન્ડિટ તમને અને એલ્ડ્રુનાસ બંનેને મારી નાખે છે, તેમ છતાં તમારી સાથે તે એક ઝેર છે જે હજી પણ તેનું કાર્ય કરે છે. તમારો ફિયાન્સ એક દયાળુ માણસ હતો, હા? તે તમારી આત્માને નફરત અને ગુસ્સાથી ખાવાથી જોઈ ન હોત. હું ચોક્કસપણે જાણતો નથી, પણ મને લાગે છે કે જો તમારે ચાલુ રાખવું હોય તો તમારે તમારા તત્વજ્ઞાનમાં ભાગ લેવો જ જોઈએ. હું જાણું છું કે મારા શબ્દો તમારા દેખાવને બદલી શકતા નથી - પરંતુ તમારી પાસે તમારી આગળ એક લાંબી જીંદગી છે, તે આ શોધથી સંપૂર્ણ રીતે ખાઈ શકાતી નથી.

In Elven:It is terribly unfair. He was stolen from you, and your shared life was taken. Nothing I can tell you will fix this. He takes a moment after noticing the tattoo. But such a thing as this is destroying you from the inside. That bandit is killing you and Aldruneas both, though with you it is a poison that is still doing its work. Your fiancé was a kind man, yes? He would not have wanted to see your soul eaten by hatred and rage. I do not know for certain, but I think you must learn to compartmentalize your philosophy if you are to keep going. I know my words cannot change your outlook - but you are to have a long life ahead of you, it cannot be entirely consumed with this quest.

Straightening up, he adds, in common, "And coffee is delicious. Especially *my* coffee". You cannot tell if he is being serious.

She stands and walks to the door. She pauses once it is opened and turns her head back to Mokhasi over her shoulder. ”તમારા પિશાચ નામ. તમારું સાચું નામ ... તે શું છે??”
Elven: ”Your elven name. Your true name...what is it?”

Mokhasi looks surprised, and responds plainly.

મારું નામ એડોરેલન ઈનારાલેલી હતું.
In Elven: My given name was Adorellan Ianralei.

After Veltariel leaves, Mokhasi sighs, and says "Not all..." and returns to his coffee and thinks.