Before you can speak to her, Khonnir bursts into the room and sees her, gasping in relief and rushing to her side.
"I thought you ... I can't believe ... did they hurt you, oh my. let me see you, are you OK?"
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Khonnir sees Meyanda for the first time and you hold your breath awaiting his reaction. He sees you and chuckles, "I'm far from disappointed, this is a fascinating discovery. We had heard the rumors, but an android priestess? Never would I have guessed." He spends some time talking with her and is intriguesd by her demeanor and her strange combination zealotry and naivete. He talks with her and doesn't find much more than you do. "Tomorrow, when you go to the Council to collect your reward, I encourage you to turn her over to us for disposition. Garmen Ulreth as well. It is time they understand the full plot and potential future threat to the town." Noticing your pile of loot, he raises an eyebrow. "Be careful who you let know that you've gathered that many relics. You will gain the attention of the Technic League. They consider all relics to belong to Numeria ... well themselves actually. They've convinced the Black Soverign to issued an edict in the land (after he slaughtered the Pathfinders in Starfall and razed their lodge) that anyone taking relics will be executed for theft of sovereign property."
"Do you have a plan moving forward? Couple of you are still bleeding. Take this note to Joram. He will heal you up." Khonnir scrawls a quick writ for healing on his tab for today. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Ha! No friend, I've had enough of that young man's game," Khonnir replies with a weak laugh and then his face falls. "I still see them, being cut apart by the robot and drug off screaming ... the spore creature infecting Saunders ... no, no ... I don't need the reminder of my failure."
Khonnir is sitting up in bed, sipping on some cold grains mixed with milk in a bowl. He smiles weakly but his face has much more color than when you saw him last and the shrewd intelligence is apparent in his eyes as he focuses on you as you all barrage him with well wishes and your thoughts from the last night. "Well met, again, friends. I see much has transpired since I've been ... incapacitated by those, those ... robots. I think they were trying to ... cure me? I had some notes on a couple things I'd observed, but I don't see my journal here. Did you happen to collect it on your way out? No? Well, nevermind then, but if you do see it when you pass back through ... if you wouldn't mind getting my things." His face darkens a bit as he listens to you talk of Sanvil. He mutters, almost to himself, for a moment, "The Technic League, here?" but then continues on to your pressing questions, "I will trust in your judgement of the man, but will be sure to keep an eye on him. I would like to question him once I am at full strength. There are Technic League specifics that I would know more about," he pauses for a moment as if considering his next words before continuing. "Garmen Ulreth is a problem. But he's a problem that we have no hard evidence to eradicate. If this warehouse lead turns out to aid in removing him or at least his influence from the city, you could provide a significant boost to the city's struggling economy, and likely some very tangible gratitude from the City Council. I would know ... I'm a member, you see," he smiles at his own joke, but frowns quickly. "However, I did not discover the source of the Torch's disruption and it sounds like you have not either, so you need to consider which of these things you think is most necessary to accomplish next. Those robots were deadly, and you may want to research more effective weaponry or spells. A raid on an Ulreth warehouse may aid in that, so I can see the cause for a diversion. But ultimately, it's up to you." |