[center][color=ff9900][h3]Týfurkh[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=ff9900]"Stay where you are, please."[/color] was Týfurkh's fastest reaction to Karina's questioning. The long haired man moved towards another place a little further away, then turned around to look at the woman as directly as one could possibly do. His lips started to move and she would immediately start to hear something: [color=ff9900]"Can you hear me ? Please nod, don't talk. And watch the others while I continue speaking."[/color]

Now Týfurkh's voice became considerably louder: [color=ff9900]"Chres ? If you hear me than raise your hand, please!"[/color] However he had arranged for Chres not to be in the path of the directed waves emanating from his throat, causing the man to find himself unable to notice this request unless he'd use some kind of magic himself. Only Karina could listen to him right now as he patiently waited for Chres' reaction.

[color=ff9900]"As you can see nothing has happened, but you can still hear me. Unfortunately so could everyone standing in the line defined by you and me. That's why I need to get high up in order to be sure the cult won't be able to pick up the message as well. And any obstacles in the way would force me to shout even louder than I'll already have to in order to reach somebody across the city walls. I'll likely be very tired after our little endeavour, so please take care of me."[/color]

Týfurkh stopped his magic and continued to talk normally so everybody could listen again: [color=ff9900]"I've studied the Art Of Canor, a special kind of magic commonly found in the Nation Of Hearing. There are many different aspects to it and I can't command all of them, not even in the slightest. I do have a few tricks of my own though. Do you understand now ?"[/color] The giant man put up a slight, somewhat shy smile.