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Scarab Sages

Listening to the recent argument, Azadeh tilts her head in confusion. Who are they talking about? If a man is to die, would it not be best to kill him quickly, or slowly, depending on if he slighted you personally or not? She thinks about the situation they are talking about. The little bird simply lets out a loud eerie laugh.

She shoots a quick look to the bird before turning back to the group. Maybe this Silver Crusade is not a good idea to bother with. So... Fractured about the right way of doing things. Maybe general knowledge may help me more. She gives a quiet bow of her head and turns to walk away. Hopefully I can find that... Grand Lodge library Gordan has told me about. As she wonders while she walks.

The bird simply sits in the tree for a while even after Azadeh has left before looking towards the group. "Hehe... Looks like Azadeh decided to leave to find other options. So, farewell! And may your light not dim when the dead come a-knocking.~" The little bird laughs as it flits off after its master when it finishes its message.

Scarab Sages

The little thrush bird stares down the eagle with its dark, sullen, beady, eyes. It lets out a sickly chirp before speaking in a grating tone. "Heh. I doubt you truly want to eat me. Less you wish to become my master's new familiar through death. Hehehe...."

Azadeh chews a bit before speaking. "How?... Who. Gordan say to follow sages. To learn about past, about myself. Not sure anymore."

Scarab Sages

Azadeh looks to the hellknight then back to the monk again. She seems to try to think about something, but decides against saying anything more about it.

She nods in agreement, though she seems put off by it though as she frowns slightly. "I understand. The world is dangerous, and need to defend self. Though, I have not thought how to defend." She emphasizes the last word somewhat. She frowns.

Scarab Sages

Azadeh looks up at the monk with fiendish features with a blank stare. She closes her eyes for a moment before reaching up and accepting the man's offer. "Thank you. Gordan said to learn to defend. Know how to... Use a Morningstar, and rumpia... Longspear. And the kunai and sica, err, dagger. Gordan gave those... Armis to me. To help defend."

She dusts off her rear as she looks around a bit. "The... Silver Crusade, this place is, yes? To do good? How so?" She looks towards the imposing hellknight and then back to the monk. "Are the Society using jiskta knowledge?" She tilts her head after posing the question.

Scarab Sages

The tiny bird flies off to sit in the nearby tree while it watches Azadeh practice with the hellknight.

Azadeh goes through the motions with Valeria, trying her best to mimic the hellknight's form. Though of course, being new to this, Azadeh doesn't do it right the first few times. "Like this, yes?" Which receives a stinging corrections from the armored woman. "Ouch! Not like that, no. Right."

After a bit, Azadeh gets a form down from being taught by the imposing woman. But she decides to sit on the ground to rest from the training. "Six Thousand?... Sex milia!? Quod est nimis. Ego essem immortui ante multa perficere." She wipes the sweat from her brow before looking up at the Hellknight. "Miss Knight, six thousand may be too many for me. I have no... Armed training. I can... Shoot acid or send magic flying straight to enemy."

Azlanti:
"Six Thousand!? That is just too many. I would be a undead again before I'd complete that many."

Scarab Sages

The young woman looks up to the imposing woman in the dark plate armor. She nods. "Yes. Gordan say that... When revived, should test. Miss Jistkan Eques... Err... Knight." She ponders a bit, trying to form the words properly. "I... Feel magic. Was told that I was close to the dead. That..." She holds up one of her hands, which is splotchy with a pale ashen color. "Touch of death. Er.. Been touched by death."

The colorful tiny bird chirps in a strange, grave tone. "Yes. Azadeh has been involved with the undead. Not able to speak well due to her.. Ancestry. Knows more about Azlanti and Thassilonian. Heh. Considering she was recovered from the dark green Spire. Hehe..." The woman nearly swats the bird as it flies off, and lands on the opposite shoulder. It stares at her with one of its sunken, dark eyes.

The woman frowns at the bird. "Silentium avem. Rogo te ut non loquaris." She gestures to the bird. "It is... Parvcolavenimisquitur. It... Talks too much."

Azlanti:
"Quiet Bird. I did not ask you to speak."

Scarab Sages

The woman simply looks on, somewhat confused before the bird on her shoulder remarks. "That was weird." And looks to Azadeh. The woman sighs, clearly still a bit out of place. She turns to the group and bows her head again. "Paenitet enim me fecit magister meus, ut Sinclaire tumultu s. Commemoravit aliquis vellet institueret pugnare mecum?"

She stands there quiet before feeling like she said something weird, but then realizes the problem. "Ah... Not... Azlanti, Right? No. Common, yes? Sinclaire say you can teach? To... To defend, yes?"

Azlanti:

"My apologies for Master Sinclaire's disturbance may have caused. He mentioned that someone here would be willing to train me in combat?

Scarab Sages

The woman's eyes close and she tilts her head from side to side. Her arms then flex and her hands grasp at air.

When all said and done, the woman open her eyes to the world. They seem more focused now. "Hm, seems like everything is in working order..." The woman stands and looks around the room. "It is strange. There is this weird feeling at the back of my mind... I just can't place my finger on it..."

She walks over to Gordan and looks at him. "Strange and stranger. To see one's body from outside. It is quite weird. Though... I think I have came up with a name for her. Azadeh." She then looks around the room once more. "It is one of the words for 'earth' or 'ground' in Azlanti. I feel it is... There is that feeling again."

Turning back to the man, she looks him over once more. "Hm... Is this feeling from being in close proximity to my own body... No...?" After that, she leans over to get a closer look before closing her eyes.

Still as stone for a few seconds, she stands straight again, eyes not as focused as before, but is a bit more aware. She looks around, taking in the sight of the library before looking towards the aged aasimar. She speaks in a quiet voice; "Úbi sum? Quis es? Quis sum ego?"

Azlanti:

"Where am I? Who are you? And who am I?

The man awakes from his death-like slumber and looks up. He is stunned to see, and hear the woman speak.

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