[center][h2][b]Kareet of Arcaeda[/b][/h2][/center]

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Kareet did not wait any longer. She had witnessed these objects they were wearing on their wrists, and that alone provoked questions she wanted answered. She took up her notes and Itxaro’s book in her arms and moved to the edge of camp, towards Shirik. The way this object she wore spoke sounded almost like Itxaro, but the words were clearly S’toric. It did not seem to mimic Shirik’s voice in return, but from what she had been told, she could imagine that it was repeating his words in their tongue. 

“How can this be?” Kareet asked. “You’ve said your people have no magic, but how can  you make an object think without it? All of our golems require Thought and Lightning magic both.”

Even Kareet did show some caution as she interjected. Itxaro clearly had some purpose in approaching Shirik, and if nothing else, Kareet did want to avoid upsetting her.