Zayifid politely declines the offer and hits the road immediately after the meeting.
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Zayifid bows to the princess. "It's my pleasure to help." "I don't have time to stay. I have other places to be, and only visited to bring this message. I will leave Kelmarane this hour."
"I'm sorry, but what I pass on to you is gathered from rumors told in different places, and nothing more specific was mentioned besides comparisons made while bragging or wild guesswork. Zayifid explains.
"I'm Zayifid, traveler of the sand and scrub, a student of all things Sarenrae sees fit to shine upon, and an unwilling bearer of bad news." "I do not belong to a single church. I do not mock those priests who choose to remain in one location and tend to one building — not at all, for they provide a needed service. But I am not at ease if I stay in one location. I am a traveler, as I have said, and have walked the billowing sands of Osirion, the westernmost veldt of Nex, and much of our own beloved Katapesh in between. I have seen much in my travels, and have brought the word and redemption of the Dawnflower to many. Yet also have I seen much in the way of cruelty and war in those travels, and it is a warning of such I bring to you today." "You have distinguished yourselves by defeating the Kulldis. You know that word of the liberation of Kelmarane has reached all the way to the coast by now, and you are enjoying the fruits of that success even as we speak in the form of trade and tax. Yet word spreads not only to friends, but also to enemies. The Carrion King knows of what you’ve done to the Kulldis, and though he did not reply in kind at once, I have heard dire rumors in my travels. Rumors of gnoll tribes gathering on the far slopes of Pale Mountain, tribes united under one banner — the sign of the Carrion King!" "My path is not one of war. Sarenrae teaches redemption and forgiveness, but I know well that many do not seek these ends, and that war is often inevitable. Yet sometimes, there are other ways. The gnolls are ever a bickering lot, and if the Carrion King has managed to unite these tribes, then his word is mighty indeed. And although I despair to think on the death of any living creature, if the Carrion King’s death would mean that the gnoll tribes would stand down — a war could be averted." "And so I bring this news to you. I shall not stay long, for I have no desire to be caught up in the folly of battle. But you would do well, heroes, to take my warning to heart. Seek out the Carrion King and bring him low before he raises high the flags of war. You will find him in the House of the Beast, the rumors say, an ancient temple upon the far side of Pale Mountain from which he has long ruled. May your efforts be swift and just, that needless suffering be averted."
"I'm Zayifid, traveler of the sand and scrub, a student of all things Sarenrae sees fit to shine upon, and an unwilling bearer of bad news that I have to bring to your attention." the man introduces himself. "Where and when would you like to have this conversation, with all who are in charge of keeping Kelmarane safe?"
One day an impressive figure that stands out appears in Kelmarane and the Battle Market. A towering human who stands nearly 7 feet in height dressesd in the colors and symbolics of Sarenrae. He orders something to drink, and as there is a pause on the stage he speaks up. Would someone please pass on that I wish to speak to the leaders of the village and the heroes who so recently liberated it from the gnolls. Thank you." He turns back to his drink and waits. |