Walking up between everyone, the happy bloodpriest opens his hand, revealing the item he had stolen. A gentle force surges outward from it in a sphere, pushing back on eclipse and the darkness that holds the girl hostage. "From the memories of all, time shared and forever lost..."

Mithias comes forward from the bar blinking. "Ah. Now I know what Strygwyr took."

"...a great power comes." The orb he holds slowly floats upward above them, releasing a soothing warmth, a radiance of unignorable joy and peace. "

Mithias continues. "The box... Fragments of all oir memories, all we have ever been, have created this." He raiises his gold eyes to the orb and points, "Hope."

Strygwyr smiles. The type of power of the orb creats contentment, love, eliminating pain and equalifying all. He smiles.