Initially, Kareet was worried about what Shirik might do. Yet another voice, pulling in a different direction. However, it did not take her long to see the value in it. These little dancing flames were more than just a simple trick for impressing children or peasants. Images could convey thought, to an extent, and Shirik could create them on-demand. This was actually useful, and it was probably the most progress they had made since they started. 

“They are right. If we want to make any progress here, I am going to have to take some risks.” Kareet said, glancing to Nellara beside her. After a moment, she stepped out of formation alongside Nellara and instead approached Shirik. She pulled off her backpack, then sat down in front of Shirik. Strategically speaking, it put her at a disadvantage if a fight were to break out, but it also made her appear less threatening. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a parchment, then unrolled it on the floor in front of Shirik. No matter how strange these outsiders were, it would [i]have[/i] to be obvious that it was a map.

“I want to get one of these Humans in front of a thought mage. Either by getting some of them to come with me to Lenkik, or as Kerchack suggests, using his shapeshifting to fly back there. If we can communicate clearly, we can clear up all of these misunderstandings. Can you help me convey that, Shirik?” Kareet asked. As she spoke, she magnetized her pen into her hand, then drew a small symbol on the map in their current location, in the rough shape of this crashed fortress. Then, she pointed a talon at a different symbol, which resembled a collection of buildings. It was labeled “Lenkik”, though they certainly could not read the writing. 

“Lenkik.” Kareet said, loudly and clearly.