Gori Lamillur nodded understandingly at Osmodeus' hushed words. The two then exhanged polite and respectful gestures, alien to this part of the world, before the Marrow king headed off with his company into the grand Palace. 

The Voice of Ashtoken now stood all alone in the shady courtyard, save for the ever present Ashtoken guard. 

Today was a pleasant day weather wise, and not one that reflected the true turmoil that festered throughout the lands. With all that was going on however, one might miss the cool clean air and gentle winds that ride in the near cloudless blue skies, peppered with delightful song birds. 

Gori took in a long breath of the calm fresh air. The air was colder then he was used to and tickled his lungs with a chill but otherwise satisfied his body. His eyes closed gently at the slow exhale and his colorful thoughts quietly blew by his minds eye with grace and ease, organized like that of a Stoic philosopher. 

The world seemed to fade away, as his thoughts delved deeper, and flew higher. His grip on the Spear of Ashtoken tightened as if he was taking it with him on an incredible journey. In the distant clouds of his mind he found that he indeed was. That what was to unfold was going to be quite the journey, and possibly in need of a spear. The Spear of Ashtoken, no less. However deep his thoughts dove and how high they flew, he knew where he was, and what he was doing. His mind was his disciple, as was his thoughts. 

The exotic dreamscape that canvased his stream of consciousness was forced to a sudden close and soft light flooded back into focus as he opened his eyes and envisioned the world. He could feel everything, every particle of dust tickled his skin, every breeze slithered through his fingers and every laugh so distant was as if it was in his very ear. He could see the world, the darkness around it, and a small lantern that sat so lonely and swathed in a dust as grey and thick as his own ash. How it tried to fight the overpowering darkness, the oils running low. His ancestors whisper softy in his ear. He could hear the advice of the old ones, and feel the caution of their words make way through his mind with a march of importance. His gaze grew ever intensified as he saw the world around him, but more so what the world was. 

The First Star nodded in a simple gesture brimmed with otherworldly understanding and calmed the sensations, and as if this all took mere seconds, and perhaps it did, such like a dream, Gori turned his thoughts onto what was currently happening at the very second; His guards had indicated he was being watched by a harmless onlooker and although he felt the trespass was unimportant, he also felt it was time to move on. 

He turned to his guard, and at the sound of his soft sandals spinning against the gritty stairs, the guards turned to face him, at full attention. His still eyes pierced through them as he studied their uniform, stoic faces. They looked back, all with the same look of respect for their First Star, and war hero of the great Gnoll war. 

Gori gave them a silent nod of approval and they formed a small triangle, Gori at it's point. Their steps synchronized perfectly, and made a uniform slap against the ground as they made their way back into the palace with a heavy swing of the large door.