[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

The tiefling remains stoic as the air chills around them all, the candles extinguishing, and the windows frosting. In truth, he was quiet surprised that this had gone as smoothly as it had. To Kythor, some sort of mishap was to be expected from a ritual performed by the uninitiated, and for a moment, it almost seemed as if disaster was on the horizon... but then the halfling informed them it was safe to proceed, and thus Kythor mentally relaxed himself. It was time to ask questions to the spirit they had brought forth. While he had quitely thought to himself about what sorts of questions to ask the spirit, his comrades took initiative and asked their questions before he could. The first question was, to Kythor, a bit of surprising brilliance on the dragonborn's part. Now they had a name, and confirmation that this was no accident.

Maud Chiselbone.

With the stranger's question, they even had a better idea of the identity behind the name. She was a hag. Kythor crossed his arms in thought as he considered how much more troubling the task before them had suddenly become... Was this a random act of violence enacted by a hag, or was it intentional? Would they be impeded in their search by the hag? There were many questions to be answered, but he was quite certain that the spirit couldn't answer all of their questions. They would simply have to see for themselves. As his more bookish compatriot asked her question... Kythor looked over at her, a stony frown impressed onto his face. Before he could say anything, the window shattered, the spirit left, and they were left by themselves once more, among the mundane once more. He watched first the stranger, then the dragonborn chide Dullin in what struck him as a surprisingly soft manner given the brusque mannerisms he'd displayed beforehand. When the two left and Dullin followed, he shook his head. There was nothing he could say that the two hadn't already said. He didn't see much purpose in asking a question of that nature - how would a spirit know about something such as that? - and thus felt no need to say anything.

He couldn't blame her for asking such a personal question, though. In truth, he had a few questions of his own he wished to asked the spirit: questions about his tribe, questions about the people he knew... Mostly personal things he couldn't imagine the spirit could possibly answer. Still, a more naive, curious part of him yearned to know the answers. Either way, it was too late for such now: their business here was concluded.

[i][color=beige]"Not a bad show,"[/color][/i] Kythor said to the halfling. [i][color=beige]"We've learned a lot - well, a lot more than we had, 'a course,"[/color][/i] He chuckles. [i][color=beige]"How'd you learn how to talk t'spirits, anyways? Somebody teach you, or was it somethin' that you just sort of... picked up, I guess?"[/color][/i]