The Elder could easily sense the tension in the air, not just because of the awkward silence, but because of the scents in the air. Certain scents people produced coincided with certain emotions, and despite her age, or perhaps because of it, she was quite adept at picking them out. "Do not...begrudge Zharanthixil in his ways. The young and impatient are apt to take their convictions to extremes, but he trains his...hunters the way he feels will keep us the safest. He does not...trust you, he will not trust you, and that is the way it should be." She explained. She seemed to have a solid understanding of Cyrodilic, even if she had to stop at times to think of her next word.
The Elder began to pace around the pack slowly, using a walking stick to support her. It was easy to tell that her clothing was meant to appear more elaborate than normal, but the pieces of the makeshift robe appeared worn and old, much like their wearer. Since she could not see, perhaps she simply no longer cared about her appearance. Given that some patches of her scales were so translucent that one could see the muscle fibers underneath, she might not have cared about her appearance even if she had her sight. "Maybe you are aware that some outsiders still wander the marsh...intending to bring harm to us? Some of our youth might like to believe that these marauding bands of slavers and criminals are just like the Dunmer raiding parties of old, but I know better. I know enough of the outside to know it is a thing of the...past, at least as far as our sight can see. There are still some, though, who seek to subjugate us in the name of...profit, or tradition. So, we are vigilant. Zharanthixil is the worst, and greatest among us. He is our greatest protector, the one who keeps us safe, and the one who trains our future generations in the ways that keep us alive through the hazards we face. He is cursed and blessed with the impatience and resolution of his youth. Me...I am Reanaseer, an old woman the village has decided they want to listen to."
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The Master-Hunter did not seem to like Janius' stare, but he likely would not have approved of anything Janius did. The air was tense for the few minutes that they had to wait for any of the tribe's other leaders to arrive. When the Elder finally emerged from her hut, the Master-Hunter walked away from Janius, muttering
Waxhuthil" under his breath.
The Elder, true to her title, was a very old Argonian woman. Her scales had lost their color long ago, and were now to the point that they were nearly translucent. Her feathers had fallen out of her head, leaving her with only a few small horns above each eye, and by the way she moved, it seemed like a feat that she was even walking unaided. Her eyes were completely covered with a milky-blue film, indicating that she was quite blind. Nevertheless, she did not seem to have any trouble finding her way around. As soon as she was at the base of the mud ramp to her hut, she took a few sniffs of the air and looked in the direction of the pack. "I can smell the anger in the air, the fear. I see you have done a fine job of making our guests uncomfortable, Zharanthixil." She said, the sarcasm evident in her tone.
"They are not guests, Elder, they are outsiders. They have come seeking our Hist tree. Who knows what harm they might intend to bring? From the very beginnings of Nirn, outsiders have caused nothing but harm for our people. Even if they are not lying, I do not think the Hist would want to commune with-" Master-Hunter Zharanthixil began, only to be interrupted by the Elder.
"You are not of the same mind as the Hist, Zharan, do not attempt to speak for them. The Hist have communed with outsiders before, and it is not our place to say if they will do so again. Be cautious of your words, young one. The Hist call for us to be cautious, but they do not call for us to hate. Your words skirt the line between concern and anger. Do not fall into the trap of hatred, young hunter, it has no place in our home. Please, meditate on this. I insist." The old Argonian chided.
"Of course, Elder. My hunters will keep you safe." Zharanthixil responded in a polite, but forced tone. He was clearly unconvinced and still regarded the pack suspiciously, but nevertheless, he returned to his hut.
With the Master-Hunter gone, the Elder turned her head to face the pack, even if she could not actually see them. She took a few more sniffs of the air to take in the scents of their visitors, then spoke up in slow, heavily-accented, but clear Cyrodilic. "Treeminder Thorantilth will arrive soon. I welcome you to our home. Our hunters will not harm you if you maintain respect for the Hist and their people." She explained. Even so, the suspicious glares of the hunters around them did not subside.
Waxhuthil" under his breath.
The Elder, true to her title, was a very old Argonian woman. Her scales had lost their color long ago, and were now to the point that they were nearly translucent. Her feathers had fallen out of her head, leaving her with only a few small horns above each eye, and by the way she moved, it seemed like a feat that she was even walking unaided. Her eyes were completely covered with a milky-blue film, indicating that she was quite blind. Nevertheless, she did not seem to have any trouble finding her way around. As soon as she was at the base of the mud ramp to her hut, she took a few sniffs of the air and looked in the direction of the pack. "I can smell the anger in the air, the fear. I see you have done a fine job of making our guests uncomfortable, Zharanthixil." She said, the sarcasm evident in her tone.
"They are not guests, Elder, they are outsiders. They have come seeking our Hist tree. Who knows what harm they might intend to bring? From the very beginnings of Nirn, outsiders have caused nothing but harm for our people. Even if they are not lying, I do not think the Hist would want to commune with-" Master-Hunter Zharanthixil began, only to be interrupted by the Elder.
"You are not of the same mind as the Hist, Zharan, do not attempt to speak for them. The Hist have communed with outsiders before, and it is not our place to say if they will do so again. Be cautious of your words, young one. The Hist call for us to be cautious, but they do not call for us to hate. Your words skirt the line between concern and anger. Do not fall into the trap of hatred, young hunter, it has no place in our home. Please, meditate on this. I insist." The old Argonian chided.
"Of course, Elder. My hunters will keep you safe." Zharanthixil responded in a polite, but forced tone. He was clearly unconvinced and still regarded the pack suspiciously, but nevertheless, he returned to his hut.
With the Master-Hunter gone, the Elder turned her head to face the pack, even if she could not actually see them. She took a few more sniffs of the air to take in the scents of their visitors, then spoke up in slow, heavily-accented, but clear Cyrodilic. "Treeminder Thorantilth will arrive soon. I welcome you to our home. Our hunters will not harm you if you maintain respect for the Hist and their people." She explained. Even so, the suspicious glares of the hunters around them did not subside.
Lorag was the most hesitant to give up his weapons, but as the Alpha had ordered it, he still parted with them willingly. Meesei seemed quite calm, but most of the rest of the pack appeared to be on-edge, understandably. She knew the others would not be comfortable heading into a village with people who had, thusfar, only been outwardly aggressive, but she also knew of the customs and traditions of her people. As long as they remained respectful and non-hostile, there would be no way the villagers would consider harming them.
"I am confident that I understand my people's customs. Remain respectful and we will be safe." Meesei answered to Fendros just as they stepped into the village. Unlike the towns and cities, all of the structures in a village such as this were designed to be temporary, lasting only a season at most. Their huts were made from compacted mud and clay that, while surprisingly sturdy for being what they were, would be easy to tear down and rebuild. There were some decorations and small idols, mostly in the style of the ancient Argonian civilization, but the majority of the village was plain and functional. The most prominent feature of the village was of course the Hist tree at its center, which, while not as large as the tree in Thorn, shared the same purpose. Sap had dripped from the tree, pooling at its base and surrounding the nests that contained the village's next generation.
The hunter Meesei was speaking to had sent a runner ahead to alert the village, so there was already a collection of armed Argonians waiting to greet them. They did not act aggressively, but they certainly stared down the group distrustfully. One hunter in particular, a dark green male with quite a few smaller horns on his head, was quite heavily ornamented with bone jewelry, tattoos, and piercings. The hunter who had guided the pack to the village bowed his head slightly as he stood before him. "Master-Hunter, these are the strangers. They disarmed willingly when asked, and the Saxhleel among them appears educated in our ways."
The Master-Hunter nodded and motioned for the hunter to be on his way, then stepped forward towards the pack and looked at Meesei. "Wait here for the Elder and Treeminder," He ordered before he started pacing around the group, sizing up each one in turn. Strangely, while many of the hunters tended to stare more at Fendros, the Master-Hunter seemed to look at Janius with the most distrust. He stood beside him carefully observing his features, but not saying a word.
"I am confident that I understand my people's customs. Remain respectful and we will be safe." Meesei answered to Fendros just as they stepped into the village. Unlike the towns and cities, all of the structures in a village such as this were designed to be temporary, lasting only a season at most. Their huts were made from compacted mud and clay that, while surprisingly sturdy for being what they were, would be easy to tear down and rebuild. There were some decorations and small idols, mostly in the style of the ancient Argonian civilization, but the majority of the village was plain and functional. The most prominent feature of the village was of course the Hist tree at its center, which, while not as large as the tree in Thorn, shared the same purpose. Sap had dripped from the tree, pooling at its base and surrounding the nests that contained the village's next generation.
The hunter Meesei was speaking to had sent a runner ahead to alert the village, so there was already a collection of armed Argonians waiting to greet them. They did not act aggressively, but they certainly stared down the group distrustfully. One hunter in particular, a dark green male with quite a few smaller horns on his head, was quite heavily ornamented with bone jewelry, tattoos, and piercings. The hunter who had guided the pack to the village bowed his head slightly as he stood before him. "Master-Hunter, these are the strangers. They disarmed willingly when asked, and the Saxhleel among them appears educated in our ways."
The Master-Hunter nodded and motioned for the hunter to be on his way, then stepped forward towards the pack and looked at Meesei. "Wait here for the Elder and Treeminder," He ordered before he started pacing around the group, sizing up each one in turn. Strangely, while many of the hunters tended to stare more at Fendros, the Master-Hunter seemed to look at Janius with the most distrust. He stood beside him carefully observing his features, but not saying a word.
Meesei looked over and nodded to Janius. "We are unknown to them, and since we are approaching their home, they will be observing until we get too close to the village. Actually, they are likely going to confront us soon. I would wager that they have been watching us for longer than we have been noticing them. Just do nothing aggressive and allow me to talk to them. They will probably be distrustful and intentionally intimidating, but they will not murder travelers without a reasonable cause. In a village such as this, the only people who will have any knowledge of Cyrodilic would be the leaders of the clan, and perhaps a trader or two."
Just as Meesei predicted, after a few more minutes of walking, the hunters pursuing them finally revealed themselves. They emerged from the marshes on all sides of them, armed with spears and bows. In contrast to other Argonians they had met, their attire was tribal in nature. Normally, the pack would need to wear their city clothes to blend in with a settlement, but in this case, their clothing was very similar to the pack's. In fact, the hunters seemed to be even more heavily ornamented with bone jewelry, war paint, and tattoos. A black-scaled Argonian male was the first to speak, while the others kept a sharp eye on the pack. As the only Argonian in the group, the man naturally spoke to Meesei first.
"You are approaching our home. Unless you have a good reason to be here, we would like you to leave us in peace." The Argonian said in a somewhat forceful tone.
Meesei bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes while clasping together her hands. "Peace, egg-brother. We approach with only the greatest respect. We seek to give reverence to the Hist and to bask in their wisdom. I search for a tree that gives freely of the sap which gives us life. Does your home have what we seek?" Meesei asked. Her tone was polite, but it was likely her accent which gave her words the most credibility. As she was raised in a village similar to that of these hunters, her accent was comparable to theirs, letting them know that she was a native of the marsh just as they were.
The Argonian hunter gave a slight grunt and looked over the rest of the group suspiciously. It was easy to tell that he was not comfortable, but Meesei's words had caused him to take notice. "You bring outsiders to our home to seek the Hist? I do not like this. I fear that, intentional or no, you may only bring harm to my home, but our customs do not allow me to deny you. Only our Treeminder may decide if we will honor your...request. I can, however, demand that you turn over your weapons as a condition of being allowed to enter our village. My home is a place of peace, and I will not have it disturbed. We will return them to you when you leave."
[i]"Of course. Meesei answered before looking back to her pack. "They will allow us to enter, but first you must turn over your weapons to them. Do not attempt to hide them, just give them without protest. They will not harm us, and they will return the weapons when we leave." She explained as a few of the hunters stepped forward cautiously to collect the weapons.
Just as Meesei predicted, after a few more minutes of walking, the hunters pursuing them finally revealed themselves. They emerged from the marshes on all sides of them, armed with spears and bows. In contrast to other Argonians they had met, their attire was tribal in nature. Normally, the pack would need to wear their city clothes to blend in with a settlement, but in this case, their clothing was very similar to the pack's. In fact, the hunters seemed to be even more heavily ornamented with bone jewelry, war paint, and tattoos. A black-scaled Argonian male was the first to speak, while the others kept a sharp eye on the pack. As the only Argonian in the group, the man naturally spoke to Meesei first.
"You are approaching our home. Unless you have a good reason to be here, we would like you to leave us in peace." The Argonian said in a somewhat forceful tone.
Meesei bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes while clasping together her hands. "Peace, egg-brother. We approach with only the greatest respect. We seek to give reverence to the Hist and to bask in their wisdom. I search for a tree that gives freely of the sap which gives us life. Does your home have what we seek?" Meesei asked. Her tone was polite, but it was likely her accent which gave her words the most credibility. As she was raised in a village similar to that of these hunters, her accent was comparable to theirs, letting them know that she was a native of the marsh just as they were.
The Argonian hunter gave a slight grunt and looked over the rest of the group suspiciously. It was easy to tell that he was not comfortable, but Meesei's words had caused him to take notice. "You bring outsiders to our home to seek the Hist? I do not like this. I fear that, intentional or no, you may only bring harm to my home, but our customs do not allow me to deny you. Only our Treeminder may decide if we will honor your...request. I can, however, demand that you turn over your weapons as a condition of being allowed to enter our village. My home is a place of peace, and I will not have it disturbed. We will return them to you when you leave."
[i]"Of course. Meesei answered before looking back to her pack. "They will allow us to enter, but first you must turn over your weapons to them. Do not attempt to hide them, just give them without protest. They will not harm us, and they will return the weapons when we leave." She explained as a few of the hunters stepped forward cautiously to collect the weapons.
Meesei nodded in agreement, then motioned for everyone to follow her out of the town as she began to speak. "I agree, it is something I have been thinking about. From all I have learned, it is more difficult than laying an egg. However, I doubt the village we will be going to will be of any help, nor would this town, for that matter. There might be a few non-Argonians here, but the majority of the population is still Argonian. Our next best option would be to go to a city before it happens. I would say we might return to Thorn, but this village is even farther to the west. By that point, we will be too far from Thorn for it to be practical for us to return. The closest city will be...Stormhold, I believe."
Once they were far enough from the town, Meesei continued on her next point. "There is also the matter of the full moons to contend with, however. We absolutely cannot be in a city when that happens, and unfortunately, it is a possibility she could deliver the child on that day. Ideally, we will be able to return to Stormhold before it happens so a professional can help Ahnasha, but to be safe, we can attempt to learn the required knowledge beforehand, if we can even find someone willing to teach us. I admit, it is a plan with many unknowns, but it is the best we have."
Once they were far enough from the town, Meesei continued on her next point. "There is also the matter of the full moons to contend with, however. We absolutely cannot be in a city when that happens, and unfortunately, it is a possibility she could deliver the child on that day. Ideally, we will be able to return to Stormhold before it happens so a professional can help Ahnasha, but to be safe, we can attempt to learn the required knowledge beforehand, if we can even find someone willing to teach us. I admit, it is a plan with many unknowns, but it is the best we have."
"My drawing is, uh, okay? I'm hardly an artist yet, but I don't think it looks bad by any means. It is obvious I put effort into them, but I don't exactly think anyone would want to buy a painting from me at this point. I'll keep working at it as long as I have supplies, though." Ahnasha responded as they found some place to sit down. Drawing had been a great distraction for her in her free time, so she was definitely glad they picked up the supplies. She wasn't sure yet if she would keep with it after her child was born, or if she would even be able if she wanted to, but she did had to admit that she enjoyed it. The others returned shortly, and it was not long after that when Meesei emerged from the building and met back up with the rest of the group. Ahnasha did not even have to ask to tell what kind of news she brought, as the smile on her face and general upbeat attitude gave that away immediately.
"It seems fortune is smiling upon us, the town's elder had actually met with a trader from a village only a few days ago. This village has made their home relatively close to the town for the season, and they have been trading with the village regularly. After I explained our situation and assured him of our intentions, he told me exactly where we might find them. Based on the speed we have been traveling recently, we should be able to reach them within a week. I see that we are now resupplied, so we can leave now, unless there is something else that needs to be done." Meesei explained, excited that Sabine's ritual was drawing closer.
"It seems fortune is smiling upon us, the town's elder had actually met with a trader from a village only a few days ago. This village has made their home relatively close to the town for the season, and they have been trading with the village regularly. After I explained our situation and assured him of our intentions, he told me exactly where we might find them. Based on the speed we have been traveling recently, we should be able to reach them within a week. I see that we are now resupplied, so we can leave now, unless there is something else that needs to be done." Meesei explained, excited that Sabine's ritual was drawing closer.
Ahnasha shrugged. She thought the idea had potential, but there were still problems to solve."I don't know. I think it would be nice if we could find any of those, but I would have no idea where to even begin looking. There really isn't that much more time left. Two months at most, not even considering however much time is required to reach this village for Runt's ritual. I...I know I've been slowing you all down when it comes to traveling. We have to stop constantly for me, or at least a lot more than we used to. It is difficult and slow to travel through Black Marsh even without a handicap; I don't even know if we could get out of Black Marsh before it is time. I would love to find one of those groups you mentioned, but I wouldn't really know where to begin. Maybe...maybe I'm just overthinking this. Maybe I am worrying over what will amount to nothing. I know childbirth isn't easy, but I mean, there are plenty of people who don't have access to healers and alchemists. They can get through it just fine with no permanent issues. It will all probably turn out fine...hopefully. I don't know, I guess when it comes to the safety of our child, it is better for me to worry too much than not enough." She said, trying to rationalize away her fear.
Ahnasha looked around for a moment at the home Meesei had gone into. She was likely already talking to the town's leaders about her questions. Apart from that, and the quick resupply that Lorag was currently in charge of, they had little reason to remain in the town afterwards. Provided Meesei got the answers she was looking for, they would probably leave just as quickly as they arrived...which would mean even more walking for Ahnasha. At the moment, she was grateful for the chance to rest, but she was no doubt going to have to rest plenty of times more before the end of the day. Her diminishing physical capabilities as of late was something that was filling her with a mix of guilt and shame. Not only was she starting to become a burden on the pack, but she was uncomfortable with the feeling of being weak. At the very least, she could still shoot straight, so anything involving archery, she could still do.
Breaking out of her thoughts, Ahnasha leaned forward with a slight grin and gave Fendros a quick kiss. "I definitely appreciate the suggestions, though. You've been a big help to me the past few months."
Ahnasha looked around for a moment at the home Meesei had gone into. She was likely already talking to the town's leaders about her questions. Apart from that, and the quick resupply that Lorag was currently in charge of, they had little reason to remain in the town afterwards. Provided Meesei got the answers she was looking for, they would probably leave just as quickly as they arrived...which would mean even more walking for Ahnasha. At the moment, she was grateful for the chance to rest, but she was no doubt going to have to rest plenty of times more before the end of the day. Her diminishing physical capabilities as of late was something that was filling her with a mix of guilt and shame. Not only was she starting to become a burden on the pack, but she was uncomfortable with the feeling of being weak. At the very least, she could still shoot straight, so anything involving archery, she could still do.
Breaking out of her thoughts, Ahnasha leaned forward with a slight grin and gave Fendros a quick kiss. "I definitely appreciate the suggestions, though. You've been a big help to me the past few months."
"I doubt it. Werewolf hunters come from all over. You will even find some serving Hircine, I hear. Lorag would probably take it as a point of pride that he was an Orc, given his capabilities." Ahnasha responded. Since they were out of the way of most of the townsfolk, and most of them did not speak Cyrodilic, they could speak more freely than they could in Thorn. Even so, she decided to pick her words carefully enough so that what they were would not be obvious.
"Anyway, I'm starting to get a bit more anxious the closer we get to the day our child will be born. Back when this all first started, there was so much I didn't know about anything related to raising a child. I just always figured there would be plenty of time for me to figure it out. Well, now it has been five months and I still know only a little more than when it started. Instinct will only help up to a point. I've sat down and talked with Meesei about it before. She has been a big help, but even she hasn't raised a child in our...situation before. Not to mention the birth itself. Meesei knows about laying eggs, not delivering cubs. From everything I've heard, it is a painful and sometimes dangerous ordeal. The only thing I can think of to do to prepare is to make sure Runt has plenty of ingredients for painkillers in the weeks leading up to it, then just...wait. Unless there is something more you can think of to do?" Ahnasha asked. She knew it was unlikely, but a part of her wished Fendros had some idea or suggestion she had not thought of, as she really did not like stepping into this blind.
"Anyway, I'm starting to get a bit more anxious the closer we get to the day our child will be born. Back when this all first started, there was so much I didn't know about anything related to raising a child. I just always figured there would be plenty of time for me to figure it out. Well, now it has been five months and I still know only a little more than when it started. Instinct will only help up to a point. I've sat down and talked with Meesei about it before. She has been a big help, but even she hasn't raised a child in our...situation before. Not to mention the birth itself. Meesei knows about laying eggs, not delivering cubs. From everything I've heard, it is a painful and sometimes dangerous ordeal. The only thing I can think of to do to prepare is to make sure Runt has plenty of ingredients for painkillers in the weeks leading up to it, then just...wait. Unless there is something more you can think of to do?" Ahnasha asked. She knew it was unlikely, but a part of her wished Fendros had some idea or suggestion she had not thought of, as she really did not like stepping into this blind.
The boy continued to hide behind Ahnasha despite Fendros' words. Even if he wasn't too afraid to speak, he did not have a name to give Fendros, since he was not yet old enough for his naming ceremony. He continued to look at Fendros through frightened eyes until their silent standoff was broken by a voice sounding out from the doorway of a nearby building.
"Come, hatchling." The Argonian woman said, to which the boy immediately darted off crying towards her. She shot Fendros a distrustful glare, then stepped back into the inn and closed the door behind her.
"Well...I guess it is a good thing we won't be staying the night. Somehow, I doubt the boy's mother would give you a good deal on a room." Ahnasha commented. The entire situation was uncomfortable, and she certainly did not envy being Fendros right now. Distrust towards Dunmer was probably higher in Black Marsh than anywhere else in Tamriel. It had not really been bad at all in Thorn, but a town like this did not see visitors nearly as frequently. "I'm guessing the boy just heard stories about the past and thought it was all still true today. Children of that age can latch onto things like that, even if their parents don't mean for them to. I saw how the mother glared at you, but that's probably just because you made her son cry. Not the best first impression, really." She said, wanting to try and reassure Fendros that everyone around them probably didn't despise him. Of course, she didn't know what any of them actually thought, but with how long it had been since the slave trade was active, not all of them would be resentful. Indeed, apart from a few glances, most of the town didn't seem to be paying Fendros or the rest of the group much attention.
"Still, I am a bit curious about how things are going to be once we get to that village. From what Meesei has explained, the nomadic villages are the most traditional of Argonians. I guess it all depends on what kind of traditions they have. I think Meesei said they don't all follow the same customs. Maybe you should try learning more about the Hist to impress them or something? Like Ariel did in Thorn." She suggested.
"Come, hatchling." The Argonian woman said, to which the boy immediately darted off crying towards her. She shot Fendros a distrustful glare, then stepped back into the inn and closed the door behind her.
"Well...I guess it is a good thing we won't be staying the night. Somehow, I doubt the boy's mother would give you a good deal on a room." Ahnasha commented. The entire situation was uncomfortable, and she certainly did not envy being Fendros right now. Distrust towards Dunmer was probably higher in Black Marsh than anywhere else in Tamriel. It had not really been bad at all in Thorn, but a town like this did not see visitors nearly as frequently. "I'm guessing the boy just heard stories about the past and thought it was all still true today. Children of that age can latch onto things like that, even if their parents don't mean for them to. I saw how the mother glared at you, but that's probably just because you made her son cry. Not the best first impression, really." She said, wanting to try and reassure Fendros that everyone around them probably didn't despise him. Of course, she didn't know what any of them actually thought, but with how long it had been since the slave trade was active, not all of them would be resentful. Indeed, apart from a few glances, most of the town didn't seem to be paying Fendros or the rest of the group much attention.
"Still, I am a bit curious about how things are going to be once we get to that village. From what Meesei has explained, the nomadic villages are the most traditional of Argonians. I guess it all depends on what kind of traditions they have. I think Meesei said they don't all follow the same customs. Maybe you should try learning more about the Hist to impress them or something? Like Ariel did in Thorn." She suggested.
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Ssarak nodded in agreement to Meirin. It would be best for them to be prepared in the event something threatened the college again. His armor was still usable, but it was dented in places and could stand to have some repairs. His axe was fine, if a bit dulled by the fight. Although, he was considering doing something that he had been thinking about for a while. His axe was a perfectly effective weapon, and it had sentimental value to him due to the fact that it was his father's, but when it came to maximizing efficiency, he had an idea for a weapon that would serve him well in a more diverse range of situations. Also, since they were all at least in relatively good health, they would certainly be helpful in the rebuilding efforts.
"Do you know who it was that poisoned Khan?" Ssarak asked. "I suppose it makes sense that Khan would have been harmed if he was under the influence of a toxin, but it is concerning that a foe was able to deliver the poison in the first place. That would mean an agent of our enemy was in the college beforehand, and close enough to the headmaster to poison his drink. We have no reason to believe that they will not attempt a similar tactic again. It could be that Satori and other psychomancers will be able to ferret out infiltrators in the future, but it would be foolish to deny the possibility of it happening again. Whoever the college's foe is, they have demonstrated that they are indeed powerful."
Ssarak nodded in agreement to Meirin. It would be best for them to be prepared in the event something threatened the college again. His armor was still usable, but it was dented in places and could stand to have some repairs. His axe was fine, if a bit dulled by the fight. Although, he was considering doing something that he had been thinking about for a while. His axe was a perfectly effective weapon, and it had sentimental value to him due to the fact that it was his father's, but when it came to maximizing efficiency, he had an idea for a weapon that would serve him well in a more diverse range of situations. Also, since they were all at least in relatively good health, they would certainly be helpful in the rebuilding efforts.
"Do you know who it was that poisoned Khan?" Ssarak asked. "I suppose it makes sense that Khan would have been harmed if he was under the influence of a toxin, but it is concerning that a foe was able to deliver the poison in the first place. That would mean an agent of our enemy was in the college beforehand, and close enough to the headmaster to poison his drink. We have no reason to believe that they will not attempt a similar tactic again. It could be that Satori and other psychomancers will be able to ferret out infiltrators in the future, but it would be foolish to deny the possibility of it happening again. Whoever the college's foe is, they have demonstrated that they are indeed powerful."
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