[b]The Ceveline![/b]

Aadya sits like a rock settling in place atop a mountain. There is an inevitability to her, a weight that will not be denied, as she takes a seat at her own table. She can be forgiven, I really hope, for sitting down somewhat heavily, for putting her weight on one side of her body, and for taking a deep and careful breath.

"I'm the local response," she says. "I'll tell 'em that I tossed her out a window. Now. Heron is [i]what?"[/i]

Unthinkable! Scandalous! Blasphemous! The Paladins are not a religious order devoted to Heron specifically - they're an offshoot of the stargazers of Kel - but they are in tight with Civelia, and thus also with Heron, and so this stubborn paladin looks to Injimo for answers.

(Incidentally, I think it's quite possible that Tsane might have figured out that with the recent drubbing of the Rot Star, the Stacks might be retaken with a bit of elbow grease and someone who can [i]fight.[/i] As a thought.)

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[b]The Outside![/b]

The Ossuary is made of bones.

The bones of goblin-boars, vast and yellowing and curved: ribs and tusks, hooves and spines. From its spiraling towers, Serigalamu huntresses can see the inconstancy of grass and sky for many long spans. There is no stone-road that can get anyone here quickly; it must be quested for. And it is here a damsel languishes, knowing that as soon as her usefulness to the Khatun is over, she will be buried among the bones.

You must have some sort of clever plan to get past the guards, mustn't you? Something clever to trick them, since they'll certainly see you coming? Hey, why are you looking at me like that??