[center][h3][color=6ecff6][u]Amila Yilen[/u][/color][/h3][color=7ea7d8][h3][u]Eleanor Jehenne[/u][/h3][/color][/center]


The elven sage gave the Lance Corporal a smile when she gestured to the raven. [color=6ecff6]"Akash is more of a companion than a pet, there's no one I can trust more than him"[/color], she replies with a warm smile. The raven continued to examine the other woman, staying perched on Amila's shoulder. It bore no ill intent, but it was fairly normal for people to feel uncomfortable under it's gaze.

[color=7ea7d8]"Ah, of course."[/color] Eleanor said, switching between eye contact with Amila and Akash. For perhaps a bit too long she stared at the raven. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Akash, hmm? Not something like Polly, or Tweety?"[/color] Eleanor was mostly joking when she asked. 

[color=6ecff6]"Mm, I have thought about it~"[/color] She chuckled lightly in response as Akash narrowed it's eyelids in some sort of expression of contempt.

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For the most part, Amila followed in relative silence, paying little attention to how Dirron spoke of them. Akash was quite tempted to poke both Printh and Dirron's eyes out, however he was held back by the singular gesture from his mistress; the tip of her finger placed in front of her lips. Her title held power, and most, if not all, sages demanded the highest of respect from everyone in Ciir, however she did not care for such things. The title was a means to an end.

The raven thought highly of his sage, and to see her not given the respect she deserved was outrageous. Should anyone understand Akash in the way Amila did, they'd probably see him as a 'hype-man'.

The sudden halt caused Amila to almost walk into one of the other Seekers, but thankfully she stopped just in time. Her gaze flicked around the room, quickly observing the room before noticing the body. She already knew who it was. She felt it. Ulric.

Eleanor listened grimly. An unfortunate circumstance for Ulric. Forgotten, shamed, and then pushed into a ditch forever. Perhaps, she thought, we can spread his tale and redeem him somewhat after this is all over. Now, however, it seemed this ancient civilization was asking for people of 'worthy souls'. Her neck bristled when she saw the wraith-man touch the obelisk- she hoped that wouldn't open the floor and send them all down to Ulric at a high velocity. Nothing happened. Maybe the worthy souls was just to scare off grave-robbers.

Amila listened to the tale of the notebook, only to see Dirron push the corpse into the depths. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she stepped forward, staring down into the abyss. She rummaged around her satchel for a moment before producing a small, egg shaped stone. As she held it in her hand, a small green circle lit up on it's face. The glow remained as she dropped it into the pit where Ulric's corpse had been thrown. As the glow faded into the darkness, she muttered a prayer in a tongue unknown to anyone that heard her.

Eleanor watched the green egg shaped stone fall into the abyss. Strange. Her thoughts traveled back to the task at hand. The Lance Corporal was sure at least she fit the description of being a 'worthy soul'. It only made sense that either anyone who acted with honor or courage in their life qualified. If not, then perhaps it meant a very specific group of people that probably weren't in the room. She strode forward and extended her hand. Briefly, she hesitated, then she planted her hand firmly on the black rock. She was going to look silly if this obelisk did nothing. 

It would seem that the others had decided to touch the obelisk, which seemed like an.. interesting idea. She could feel the humming even before anyone thought to touch it. It seemed sinister, yet in all her years of life, she hadn't seen something like this before. Curiosity took over as she followed Eleanor's actions, the obelisk seeming to hum louder.