The fiendish lyricist received, in stride, Kyra’s response, but remained insatiate. ‘Til finally the famished aim of her hunger approached. 

[i]Father Falconmoon.[/i] 

Torus, too, starved. As a lost chick yearning for his mother hen, in hopes of complete propitiation from Xaron.

[color=fff200][i]"You have my thanks for saving my flock and myself from the assault and I would like to talk with you. Will you allow me this?"[/i][/color]

His modus operandi was simple. Offer gratitude visibly and captivate confession in solace. The pirate melted in congruent acquiescence, to seek his transgressions' pardon before the grave, a false dawn to come.  	

[i][color=00aeef]“As wax before the fire, let us vanish like smoke to an inner sanctum. I desire to bury a tyrant beneath a wave of tears.”[/color][/i] 

However, the psionic bard hissed in regretable angst, whilst manipulating a bit of lamb fleece in the druid's left hand. Her curiosity no longer beckoned the vicar of Chauntea, now vigilant and fretful of the threshing of her unholy Seed by the possible restoration of the holy priest. 

She issued a warning, in blemished anger.

[b][color=ed1c24]
“The hour is nigh; the fading King 
    paces forth to reign the later night, 
 crown’ed with the shine of a wing 
    and enthroned on a globe of pallid light. 

 The wolf’s tail sweeps the blanching feast 
    to expire a deeper gloom behind, 
 the Fey uprears her shining beast, 
    sighing within the semblance of a mind.”
[/color][/b]

The briny elder trembled visibly, in the inherited Minotaur mantle, before the inquisitive presbyter, leaning upon his adopted staff; his glossal ornament constantly shifted upon its axle, prompting their quick departure. 

[color=00aeef][i]“Let us lament in secret, before the wick fully ignites.”[/i][/color] 

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Xaron utilizes Torus' [i]Minor Illusion[/i] to convey her own raspy feminine voice when delivering her cryptic ballads, as eerie [b]whispers[/b], to Falconmoon's earshot. Those close enough may be able to decipher the murmurings. All other speech is easily heard, if one is eavesdropping.

Nonetheless, the druid is ready to follow, to discuss further, after Falconmoon's lead. 
[/hider]

[@Hekazu]