The night they decided to make arrangements for their journey to Per and the Tomiak Oracle was the most restful Janus had in weeks. He didn't know if it was Aislinn's tea or not. Aislinn didn't know if it was her prayers, but something had changed. Janus continued to dream, but something had changed. He no longer felt the earth binding and holding him amidst the rising corpses as Hawk and Fox chased Moon to the north. It was different now.

He waded through the dead, yes, but this time he passed through them and followed Hawk and Fox to the north. The dream never waivered from that night throughout the voyage. He would watch Hawk and Fox disappear over a hill that Moon had set behind. Janus' dream-self would rush to catch them, but he always woke before he crested the hill. Now, at least, he woke feeling somewhat rested.

The many weeks of travel had taken their toll on all aboard except, maybe, Elynn. She had taken to Janus as well as the others and had filled out nicely. The crew aboard The Northern Star had come treat her as an honorary member, and she never wanted for a scrap. Captain Vordik would often gripe, but the four could tell he hadn’t really minded. The Northern Star and her crew were familiar to the waters of Chamdar’s Girdle and The Northreach Sea. Vordik had made a name for himself running goods from Portsdale to Freehold and points between.

Yahim had been directed to Vordik by Langley, and the Sundaryan could tell why. Vuldrik and Yahim spoke the same language, and the two had hit it off right away. Yahim found out that Vuldrik liked drinking as much as he liked bones. By the time Yahim was done, he had earned them all free passage to Per for them and their mounts. Vuldrik had told them of the increased Dragonlord activity in the islands of Northreach, but had assured them that The Northern Star could outrun any of their ships. True to his word, Captain Vuldrik pulled The Star into Per and docked her three weeks and two days after leaving Portsdale.

The conifers of spruce and fir dotted the coastline around the city of Per. It was not a very large city by most standards in Nordren, Derugar, and especially Sundarya. It was a tenth the size of Portsdale since Freehold had become the major city of Northreach not controlled by the Dragonlords. The docks or Per were large enough for four ships to tie up to, and the wharves were small buildings compared to most warehouses. There were no throngs crowding the gangplanks or the dirt streets that led from the docks up the hill to the city proper. As the four strangers led their mounts from the ship they saw the traits of golden hair and pale blue eyes that most all natives of Northreach inherited.

The stares that followed them as they went towards the inn recommended by Capt Vuldrik were obvious. The appearance of these four strangers in the city of Per was something that caused the heads of the locals to turn and look. They tried to ignore the looks and glances as they led their mounts away from the docks and up the hill where most of the structures were built.

The simple, stone buildings that lined the streets were plainly adorned, and some had signs that hung over wooden doors and swayed in the cool evening breeze. The signs marked some obvious trade merchants, but the words were in a language unfamiliar to any of the outlanders. If not for Vuldrik’s information, they might not have found the building they sought.

* * *

Coren and Li-eira sat at their table in The Hammer and the Boar. They had seen the small caravan successfully to Per and checked in to the inn two days ago. Gjurd had left this morning to return to Freehold, and Coren thought it best to stay here for a few days. He knew it might give him a chance to see if anyone was heading to the witch and, if nothing else, would allow Li-eira to rest some before heading into the wilderness alone.

They sat quietly as Coren enjoyed a tankard of the inn’s special mead when the door opened. The four that entered The Hammer and the Boar stood out from the people of Northreach as would if Verengaard set in east.

“Vwrg’s hammer,” Coren said to her. “What brings them here?”

Li-eira lifted her head in pretend interest at Coren's exclamation. She was tired from their journey and the exhausting process of resisting her innate need for sleep. Last night she'd finally given into it completely and the darkness tried again to overwhelm her, even now she could sense the dark shadows following her as if they'd gained purchase on her soul.

Li-eira looked towards the door and understood what he meant. Her time at the Ivory Tower had familiarized her well enough with the peoples of the West. She knew a Sundaryan, Nordren, and Derugarian when she saw them.

Her interest turned genuine as she saw the unlikely group. Taking in the attractive couple and their two companions. Her gaze finally falling to the dog before she replied. "I couldn't begin to guess. ...but they must be a decent sort of folk to keep company with such a fine cur." Once again her gaze dropped to the table and the scroll she was translating for the barkeep, taking what comfort she could in the folds of her familiar robe.

Coren looked closely at the group, noticing the obvious weapons on show and the bulges that implied weapons, with interest. He wondered whether they were a rival mercenary group, out looking to take money from Li-eira and himself. Certainly the ugly ranger looked ready for business. Definitely a fighter. But the others? One looked to be a priestess, perhaps one of the Mothers. Why would she travel with a warrior?

"Aye, the dog looks fine enough,” replied Coren. "But I'm not sure about the dark skinned one".

Li-eira winced at Coren's remark, thankful that the scroll hid her reaction. She hated all forms of prejudice and had little tolerance for it. She also knew that because of her sensitivity she was likely reading more into his remark than he'd intended. Regardless it made her remember her own tarnished choshu blood and wonder if it was a secret she'd ever be able to share.

The big man noticed that the priestess looked pale-skinned like most Northmen. Two of the others had a ruddy complexion like many from the southern lands of Nordren. But the fourth had skin that was noticeably darker and an air about him that looked...? What? Exotic?

Coren's huge, muscled, bulky frame covered in the white polar bear fur shrugged and he went back to his ale. "As long as they don't make any trouble then they're as welcome here as anyone else", he stated. Still, he kept glancing in their direction every now and again.

The beautiful lady next to him nodded in agreement as she took a break and looked towards the group again. "It might be worth speaking to them Coren. It appears as though they've traveled a great distance. Maybe...", her tone was wistful, "...they'll be heading in our direction. Wouldn't it be lovely to have some company."

Janus stepped inside the door to the inn, holding the door open for Elynn to follow, as well as his friends. Blinking his blue eyes to accustom them to the dim light inside, he made a quick survey of the room. Fireplaces, long tables, heavy wooden beam construction. He smiled in spite of himself as the smell of roasting meat and pipe smoke hit him. Good to know that even here, some things don't change .

He made his way to what he thought might be an appropriate table, given Tob's and 'Yahims' preferences. Near an exterior wall, with a good view of the obvious entrances and exits to the room, and not far from front door. He noticed that he was swaying slightly, as he walked, and began to chuckle, as he pulled out a chair, and held it for Aislinn.

"I hope I find my 'land legs' faster than it took me to find my 'sea legs'. Swaying like this, we all might be jailed for drunkards."

Aislinn smiled her thanks at the young druid. "I don't think it'll take all that long," she laughed lightly. Her smiled seemed to light up the interior of the smoky inn. She sat with some relief, herself though.

Tob scanned the room for allies and foes, as was his habit. He wasn't prone to barfights, but he was prone to protective behavior, and now he had more to protect than he had originally bargained for. He quickly found the large, pale man in the white fur. No one dressed with such ostentation unless they they were all show, or unless they could back every bit of that puffery up with action. He met the steady pale blue eyes with his own smooth gaze, seeking recognition. No trouble was necessary, and a look from that large man would confirm for him if there would be trouble or not. A man like that controlled the territory he occupied, and odds were he was a local, and this tavern was as good as his.

Coren took in the man's gaze and stared back at him. Obviously, the man could handle himself, although whether he was as good as Coren remained to be seen. It didn't matter. Coren wasn't looking for trouble.

Instead, he looked away from Tob and glanced at the darker-skinned Yahim.

Janus waited for the Priestess to settle into the chair, and scooted it in under her, then settled into one of the chairs facing the wall, saving the ones with a view of the room for Tob, and Yahim. He smiled down as Elynn settled in under his chair, her wagging tail brushing his ankles. Reaching into his pocket, he produced his pouch of leaf, and sat it on the table, sliding it over towards Tob. He had seen the big Warrior, and his companion, when he'd surveyed the room, and he knew the look in Tobs eye well, if not Yahim's.

"Brother-mine, remember, a Duskcat doesn't mark territory hes only passing through."

"The mountain and the sea don't visit, but they don't fight either," Tob replied.

Doing his best simply to blend into color of the logs at his back, Yahim sat at the table with his back to the wall and then scanned the room as quickly and efficiently as he could, goggling for a brief instant over the inhuman beauty of the woman seated next to the giant in the white fur. Aislinn's pale loveliness was remarkable, but this woman's beggared the imagination. Fortunately I lack the glands to be completely taken in by that, he thought, satisfying himself that there were no other real threats in the room at that moment.

Coren noticed Yahim's glance at Li-eira and bristled a little. Still, wherever they went, Li-eira tended to get a similar reaction. Half the men in this inn had done the same or worse when they'd entered.

"My friends," Yahim murmured, "am I the only one among us who speaks Nartuk?"

"I know I'm at a loss for that," Aislinn sighed and shook her head. Her gaze followed Yahim's for a moment... and stopped when she took in the gorgeous woman with the large companion. She'd swear the woman had faear blood in her to some degree. She'd seen enough Choshu and a few half-Choshu in her time on the border to know their beauty when she saw it. Her expression remained open, as friendly as it ever was, and her pale eyebrows quirked up in curiosity.

Coren turned back to face Li-eira. She was indeed incredibly beautiful and, he supposed, it was no surprise that men would react in such a way. He'd been with her for nearly two months now and even he hadn't quite come to terms with her beauty.

"You want me to ask them if they're going to see the witch?" he asked Li-eira. "You want me to ask a bunch of strangers to accompany us on our difficult journey eastwards?".

Li-eira's nose and forehead wrinkled in confusion at his reaction. "Well...yes." Her reply was simple and reflected her confusion. "Isn't that what you do? I never go with you but you usually go ask around and find us a job. Isn't that how you do it?"

He shook his head, a bemused look on his face. Personally, unless they were looking to hire a mercenary for protection or some other job, Coren would probably steer clear of them.

"Well", explained Coren, "I usually ask merchants, couriers or coach-houses that have something to protect to see if they are journeying soon. Or ask the local militia to see if they need an extra axe or two. Or ask at the docks to see if anyone requires an able seaman onboard".

Coren drank a little of his drink and shrugged.

"If that doesn't bring up anything, I try some of the inns, asking the landlords to see if anyone has been asking about folk for hire. There were certain inns in Freehold which were known to hold lists of jobs for mercenaries".

"I don't tend to ask everyone in town to see if someone wants to hire a couple of mercenaries" he added. "Especially not those who have just arrived".

"Li-eira felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment. It wasn't what she had imagined at all, but it wasn't unusual for her imagination to lead her astray. "Oh. ...well that wasn't at all what I had imagined. I had imagined something much more...more...I don't know. Just more."

Coren shook his head again.

"Sometimes I just don't understand you", he murmured. He looked into Li-eira's eyes and smiled. "You know, they probably aren't even going anywhere near the Oracle" he added. Still, it was a strange bunch, none of whom seemed to be local. He did wonder what they were doing here.

"Fine." Li-eira turned her attention back to the scroll, more than a little put off that her suggestion had seemed silly. "I'll leave the travel arrangements to you. I obviously have no mind for it."

Coren sighed. 'Women', he thought to himself.

"Wait, lass. That's not what I meant". Coren started to try to explain to Li-eira but decided it was best just to brush past it. "Look, it's obvious these people have travelled far. It might be worth seeing where they're from and where they're going. Let them settle in and then we'll see, eh?".

"No, that's ok. Your way is more efficient and you don't need to humor me." Then she grinned up at him, "...it would have been nice to meet the dog though."

The crowd in The Hammer and the Boar turned back to their meals, drink, and conversations. They had realized that these four and their canine were not Dragonlords and apparently caused no immediate threat. As the outlanders looked around the room they watched a very large man approach their table.

He stood almost 7' tall and and had white hair that fell in braids down his shoulders and into his ample beard. He wore simple leathers, linens, and boots that were somewhat covered by a cloth apron. He looked across at the four, and his eyes lingered a moment longer on Aislinn, more so at the area just below her neck. He lifted his face and spoke to them in a language that only Yahim could understand.

"Ik ga het nemen dat aangezien de moeders van de Maan geen typische reizende metgezellen van Lords van de Draak zijn, u vier een geen deel van om het even welke invasie bent. Wat brengt u aan Per en wat kan ik u aanbieden?"

"Tell me you speak the common trade tongue, for courtesy's sake, since my friends don't speak Nartuk," Yahim said -- in Tradespeak.

He looked at Yahim and responded "Ja, spreek ik de gemeenschappelijke tong van handelaars. Ya, I speak the common tongue of western merchants."

"Thank you. An ale for me, if you would be so kind." Yahim looked at his friends. "He'd asked what he can bring us."

Janus listened to the exchange, trying his best not to stare at the huge man. "Spiced wine, and fresh water, in a bowl, Master Innkeep, if you please."

"A spiced wine sounds lovely, along with some bread and cheese for the table, please?" Aislinn requested with her sunny smile.

"Aye, an ale would be grand," Tob said to the stranger. "Thanks kindly."

"What was the rest of it?" he asked Yahim.

"He said, `I am going to take it that since Moonmothers are not typical travelling companions of Dragonlords, you four are not part of any invasion. What brings you to Per, and what can I offer you?'" Yahim glanced at Aislinn wryly. "It would appear your beauty is not your only salient feature, lovely one. You wear your Goddess' calling like a cloak."

She laughed at that and shook her head. "What did I tell you before we left? 'Moon-touched,'" she grinned and shrugged. "Well, that and he probably noticed my necklace." Aislinn held up the pendant of the silver crescent moon in her long, elegant fingers. "It helps, more often than not."

"Ya," he told Yahim. "I recognize da necklace 'round her neck. I will get order. Will you be wanting rooms?" He looked at each one as he asked about accomodations. He then left to get their food and drink after hearing their rooming needs.

Janus felt tension in his neck and across his shoulders. He dismissed it as stress from the journey that so long seperated him from growing things.

Tob casually scanned the room and assessed all he could from the layout and it's current patrons. He noted that the beautiful woman and large man with her must also be travellers. He saw the stains on the warrior's boots and pants were too fresh to be anything but current. He remembered the consistancy of the ground outside and realized there was no way he could have picked up that mud from Per. He also saw the splatter marks that indicated where dirt clods from horse travelling had struck him. The girl's cloak, however, was spotless. He couldn't see them hem of the garment she wore, but Tob assumed she had either not travelled with her dinner companion, or she hadn't worn that cloak during their travels.

The man returned with their food and drinks and placed them upon the table. He put the bowl of water down at Janus' feet so that Elynn could drink. "Momma be with you 'bout rooms," he told them in his broken common before he turned and left to see to other tables.

Yahim lifted his glass and slowly scanned the room's inhabitants. He quickly accounted for two that seemed out of place. He casually observed them for as he tried to figure out what it was that didn't seem quite right. It took him a moment, then it dawned on him. Their hands, he thought to himself. They are talking with their hands. He knew enough to realize that whatever they were speaking would sound normal to anyone listening. It was how they used their hands in conjunction with what they were saying that would tell the true story. You two are either spies or thieves...or both.

"Just to be on the safe side," Yahim said to his companions casually, pausing to arch his back and stretch his arms out as if relaxing, "don't say anything in this room you wouldn't want carried into the ears of someone who hates you." He continued to watch the pair across the room, studying their hand motions to see if he could make something of them.

A moment later a woman in her late fourties approached the table. She stood about 5'4" and had one of those faces that was round and pleasant. Her cheeks were plump, like the rest of her, but her step revealed one who was happy with their life.

"Good'n day to ya," she told with a smile. "My boy tolden me you are needin' some room? I am Agurtha and welcome to Per. How can I be of help?"

Janus inclined his head at the greeting from the woman. "Well met, Mistress Agurtha, and a good day to you, as well. Yes we will be requiring rooms for at least the night, and perhaps longer. Would you have accomodations for us, and our four mounts?"

"Siggurd can taken your mounts and stable 'em," she told Janus as she pointed to her son from moments ago. "We don't be hav'n too fancy a rooms here. Dey are warm enough, and sleep six." She looked at Aislinn and furrowed her brow in thought. "I 'pose I can maken some space for her holiness to be given her some privacy. Room and meals are a silver a night for each person. Dat'll cover two meals for ya and yer mounts."

"A separate place for me isn't necessary, though I thank you for your kind thoughts," Aislinn smiled at the woman. "After three weeks at sea, separate cabins or not, you learn to work around things like a lack of privacy. I would love a hot bath after being aboard ship for so long, provided I don't put anyone to excess trouble."

Janus reached for his belt pouch, and pinched out five silvers, pressing them into the innmistress' palm with a smile, and a wink. "For our rooms meals and baths, and something extra for your troubles."

Agurtha took the coins and nodded appreciativel at the the extra silver he handed her. "I will have Siggurd bring'n your packs to your room and stable your horses. Let'n me know when you are ready to go to your room"

Tugging his beard, Coren finished the last dregs of his ale and got up from his chair. He was a tall man, just over six and half foot in height, and powerfully built. His impressive form was enhanced by the thick, white-haired cloak that he wore about his wide shoulders and over his tough leather armour.

"Right, lass. I'll see what the fellows are up to", he said, addressing his female companion.

Still stroking his beard, Coren walked over to the table where Janus, Tob, Yahim and Aislinn sat, eying each of them up in turn. He then stopped near the edge of the table and bowed a greeting to Aislinn first. "Mother" he addressed her, noticing her necklace. "May Mathern's gentle light forever guide your path". Then he turned to the others and simply said, "Lads".

He leaned closer and smiled broadly, his slightly stained teeth appearing from within his braided white beard.

"Welcome to Per", began Coren in the common tongue, "and I guess from the look of yer, to the mighty lands of Northreach. I am Coren of the clan Balor. My companion", he gestured over his shoulder at Li-eira, "and I are mercenaries and as such always on the look out for work. You appear to be new to the area. If yer in need of a scout, I know the area well enough to be useful".

"Now, if I may be so bold, where does such an usual group of people hail from? I'm guessing you've travelled a great distance and I haven't seen one of the Moonmothers in such company before", Coren asked.

Janus waited for the man to finish his introduction, giving a cursory look at Li-eira, when he motioned to her. "Well met, Coren of Balor. I am Janus, son of of Angus of Clan McDonougal, and these are my traveling companions, Aislinn, of Mathern, Tob ap Huwyll, and Yahim Ahtafahdi. We may be in need of a guide, indeed. We have only just arrived with the Northern Star, and intend on heading inland soon. Would you and your partner care to join us? We would be honored if you would and we will talk business over a pipe and a drink."

Janus gave that winning smile, one that reached his eyes, and gestured to the empty chairs at their table. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, since theyd left Portsdale, and it had showed in his mood.

"Aye, some ale wouldn't go amiss", Coren replied. He turned and gestured to Li-eira, who was sat watching him talk to the mewcomers, for her to join them. Li-eira acknowledged his request with a nod and started tidying up her business at her table.

Coren stopped a passing barmaid and asked her to refill their cups. He then lowered his large frame into one of the empty seats.

"We should not speak too much here, but we should speak more." Yahim nodded firmly at this, shooting Janus a cautionary glance. " Well met indeed, it is a blessing to have found you so soon Coren ap Baylor." Tob was holding Yahim's advice close to his heart. "Please, stay and take a drink with us. Where did you ride in from?"

Aislinn adjusted her chair a little, making a bit more room at the table. "A blessing indeed. I don't think it's coincidence at all," she said, the corner of her mouth quirking upward. She slid a wry look over to Yahim, who winked at her. She and the young Sundar had often compared notes as it were aboard ship.

"Forgive us for not being completely candid," Yahim said, lips barely visible above his alecup. "There are certain things that should not be discussed in an inn's common room, Coren ap Balor. But you are well met indeed. Please join us," he reiterated. "You and your lovely companion."

Coren listened as they introduced themselves. He liked the look of the man known as Janus; his smile was infectious. Aislinn, the priestess, was also welcome. She was young for a Moonmother and attractive, though far from the beauty of Li-eira. Tob was obviously a fellow warrior-in-arms though Coren could not help but smile at the man's unusual accent. As for Yahim, the small dark man seemed too shifty to be trustworthy, always glancing around him. Coren harrumphed at the man's suggestion of being circumspect. As if he had any secrets to hide. Still, the others tolerated him, so he mustn't be too bad.

"Ride from?" questioned Coren, his eyes narrowing as he began to answer Tob's earlier question. Then he looked down at his boots and mud-splattered trousers. "Ah yes. Well, we've just arrived from Freehold, the largest free city in Northreach. Perhaps you've heard of it in the southlands? We were escorting a merchant transporting a wagon of furs".

As Li-eira made her way over, Coren introduced her. "My companion's name is Li-eira. She is eager to meet you". In truth, Li-eira was eager to meet most people, especially kind wanderers. It was almost like she feared to be alone.

"Actually," Li-eira corrected him with a grin, "I was eager to meet the dog." Her genuine smile made it clear that she was kidding, at least a little bit. She inclined her head to them before settling into a chair on Janus' side of the table, she was also accustomed to the special needs of a protector. "Truly though, it is a pleasure to meet you all." Her charisma couldn't be contained in her tiny frame and it seeped out in her words and mannerisms.

Janus stood rapidly as Li-eira approached, and held a chair out for her to sit in. A laugh broke from his chest as he scooted the chair in under her. "Its good to meet you, as well Li-eira. Allow me to introduce my friend, Elynn" He snapped his fingers at the scruffy little dog, and called her to sit next to Li-eira's chair before he took his own seat back. He had been pleasantly surprised at the dogs notable lack of reaction to these newcomers, and that was almost all he needed to know that they held no ill intentions in their hearts.

Li-eira's eyes embraced the dog warmly as she scratched the fur behind Elynn's ear. The dog indicated her approval by leaning towards her new friend, tilting her head to make sure she knew where to find her favorite spot. Li-eira finished with a light pet on her head, "Yes Elynn, it is very good to meet you indeed."

"I'm sorry." She apologized to the rest of the table, "I was never allowed to have a pet as a child and I find them lovely. I marvel at how they were blessed with the ability to love and not judge." Li-eira's tone was musing and likely inappropriate to the situation, but she did have a tendency to think out loud at times.

"No need to apologize, Li-eira," Aislinn finally spoke up. Her voice was as sweet and soft as her appearance. However, there was something amusing the woman deeply, if the twinkling of her eyes meant anything. She didn't miss Janus's hasty helpfulness, for instance. Li-eira smiled her thanks to the young woman.

"Then the two of you should get along famously. Elynn lost the little girl she belonged to. (Plague)." Janus' statement made Li-eira pity the sweet dog, continuing to stroke her as the conversations resumed.

Coren then remembered Li-eira's comment about finding out if they were heading in the same direction. Coren saw no reason why he shouldn't tell these people their plans.

"We were going to rest a day or two", he continued. "Take in the sights of Per. And then head eastwards to try and see the witch in the mountains, the Tomiak Oracle. Li-eira here has some... hmm... business to discuss with her. It is said the Oracle knows nearly as much as the gods themselves".

He then glanced across at Aislinn, winced a little and added in a low voice, "So the rumour-mongers say anyway". The priestess chuckled and winked at him, showing she took no offense.

As Coren spoke Li-eira took the opportunity to look over the new comers. As far as she was concerned they looked like a delightful group of people. Especially the sweet Mother of Mathern, there was little as splendid as their gentle nature and she looked so sweet and lovely. The dark skinned man was exotic and had a captivating air about him. And the larger man seemed like he carried the weight of the world in his eyes, he had to be a good sort for his eyes to be so deep. It was Janus though that had the pretty girl distracted, wishing that she'd sat across from him instead of next to him. There was something about him that made the beast in her stir...neither pleasant nor unpleasant, just something unsettling enough to take note of.

It is ever the way with big men -- small brains and no sense, Yahim thought to himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Coren's obtuseness. But then, I could envy him his ignorance -- he's fallen into our company on this one-way street. I just hope he's capable of learning -- and remembering -- how to protect his companions with brains as well as brawn.

Li-eira's mood sobered at the mention of the Oracle. It was clear to the sweet Mother that she hadn't had a peaceful nights rest in quite some time. The darkness under her eyes told the rest of Coren's unspoken reason for their visit to the oracle.

"So, are you staying here in Per or heading on somewhere?" Coren asked.

Janus glanced quickly at Yahim and Tob, as Coren mentioned the Oracle, and burst out laughing. The man was as subtle as a flying mallet, and it struck Janus as just hilarious. Yet another of Yahim's non-coincidences. "I do apologize, Coren, my companions feel we shouldn't speak about our destination too much in the present surroundings."

Someone from Yahim's general direction snorted in agreement.

He wiped at his eyes, and smiled to Li-eira, she was truly a beauty, there was something unreal about her face, as if she were too fragile to last. A snowflake He lifted his wine and sipped at it, returning his gaze to the table, before he began to stare. He lowered his voice, till it was barely more than a whisper. "But it does seem, we may be able to do business, at least in the short term."

Coren's eyes narrowed. He glanced briefly at Yahim. The dark-skinned one was obviously the one cautioning silence. What were these people so paranoid about, he wondered.

He turned back to Janus and asked the question he had just thought.

"Why so secretive?" Coren asked, leaning closer and pitching his voice lower than before. It was an unsubtle gesture. "Journeys to the Witch are uncommon but not unheard of. What do you have to hide...?" he started but then noticed out of the corner of his eye how Li-eira was looking at Janus.

Li-eira had caught Janus' eye when he smiled, returning it with a small smile of her own that lit her eyes more than it disturbed her face. Her gaze lingered for a moment after he looked away, she could have used another moment but she felt Coren's curious eyes upon her. Bringing her attention back to the discussion she opened her mouth to ask if they had been followed, "Are...", but closed it again realizing that it wasn't something they would want to discuss here either.

When Li-eira sat down, Tob stopped speaking, and indeed, his entire expression changed, flattened, went blanker than usual. He stared, closed mouthed, at the woman, nearly transfixed. She was the sort that a man could lose seven years with, and never miss them. He had heard of men being enchanted by fae women, leaving their clans behind to go and worship some witch of the woods for nearly a decade, and he had always wondered how they could be so crazy, so stupid, so irresponsible. He was starting to get an idea how.

Aislinn watched the reactions of all the males gathered at the table. Watched them carefully, in fact, the amusement in her eyes turning slightly to concern. She turned her crystalline gaze to Yahim, blonde eyebrows lifting and the corner of her mouth lifted in a purely female-type of wry grin. The type of grin that said in any language, "Men!"

"Perhaps after we finish this hearty snack and our drinks, we can go upstairs to talk further?" she spoke up. Her voice cut through the silence at the table smoothly. "And if you like, Li-eira, perhaps I can prepare you a tea that might help you get a full night's sleep?"

The young Sundar's eyebrows rippled in suppressed mirth, but he nodded in response to Aislinn's first suggestion. "We have reason to be cautious." He spoke the words softly, glancing at the hand-talkers on the other side of the room with seeming casualness. "In our deportment as well as our choice of traveling companions."

Yahim lifted the mug to his lips as he watched the pair. Something had changed in the pattern of their gestures, and one of them pulled out some coins and placed them on the table. The pair then rose and made their way to the door. They were then gone.

Li-eira was touched by the Mother's kindness and appreciation reflected in her pale blue eyes. "I would enjoy the opportunity to receive your blessing. ...but I'm afraid that a full night's sleep might worsen my problems." Her face grew sorrowful as she continued wistfully, "Maybe you will have a tea that can help...if you'll allow me to confide my troubles to you."

"Of course," Aislinn nodded, her smile turning back to the gentle one she habitually wore. "My ears are always open, as is my mind and heart," she added. She looked into the other woman's eyes and Li-eira saw the truth of the statement. The mage also saw that Aislinn detected her faear blood, but held no judgements or prejudices against it.

Janus finished off the last of his wine, and noticed that most of the others drinks were nearing the empty point as well. Rising from his chair, he signaled to the huge man, as if asking if the room was prepared. Seeing Siguur nod in the affirmative, he turned his attention back to the table, and its occupants.

"Let us retire to a more private place, where we can finish our conversation. Shall we?"

Considering how secretive these four were being, Coren was unsure he'd made the right decision talking to them. What were they, spies or something? Perhaps the man known as Yahim was, but surely not a Mother of Mathern? Still, it was too late now. Li-eira had wanted company and they had found it.

Reluctantly, Coren nodded his agreement.

Janus turned and patted his leg as he started towards the stairs, smiling as Elynn bolted to trot around his feet as he climbed the stairs. His blue eyes scanning the hallway he found at the top of the stairs, finding the appropriate room. He stepped inside to find a few lamps burning, a small writing table, a washstand, a small fireplace with a few mismatched chairs and accommodations to sleep six, as promised. Not going to be very comfortable for talking business, but, I don't suppose it matters much.

Li-eira followed their potential clients eagerly up the stairs and towards their room. She couldn't help but notice that Coren was a bit more reserved than he had been earlier. It had been hard to detect his moods of late and her head wasn't clear enough to try and decipher it at the moment.

Janus turned and held the door open for the others as they filed in, watching with interest as Elynn moved about the room, sniffing.

With a soft apology to the ladies Yahim slid into the room just behind Ellyn, his sharp, dark eyes flickering into corners and under beds. There were no windows -- which had upsides and downsides -- and the peaked ceiling above was tightly fitted wood shingles, pitch-soaked. Waterproof, but fire-vulnerable, the little rogue sighed to himself.

He stood by the door as the other seated themselves as best they could. "There were two fellows down in that common room with a distinct talent," Yahim said, addressing them all. "They carried on one conversation with their mouths while having another with their hands. At the same time. Thieves or spies or both -- in any event, they'd heard enough from Janus and Coren to pay their tab and leave with their information. Call me paranoid if you like," he added, brows furrowed in concern, "but I don't think we can be too careful at this point."

Li-eira's blue eyes grew wide with concern at Yahim's report. "Oh my! Are you all in some sort of trouble?" Her stomach fell at the thought. It would be terrible if these people, that she figured to be so kind, were wanted by the law.

Coren added his two coppers worth. "Aye. Why would two spies be interested in yerselves?"

"It saddens me to be the purveyor of bad news to so lovely a woman," Yahim replied smoothly, bowing with easy grace, "but dear lady, the entire world is very much in trouble. We appear to have landed in the thick of it." He was still standing by the door, keeping one ear cocked for any activity on the other side of it whatsoever. "When one is in among the tents of one's enemy, it is only prudent to keep one eye open and one hand on your sword."

"Oh." There was a certain bewilderment about her that gave Yahim the distinct impression that she didn't understand the entirety of his statement. But there was one thing that she could agree to with certainty. "We are living in harsh times. It is the worst that I have ever seen it." Her words rang with a wisdom that belied the free spirited way that she had presented herself thus far.

Janus gave Yahim a look, his blue eyes narrowing somewhat. He looked away after a moment, and produced his pouch of leaf, and a pipe. He started to load the pipe and spoke, responding to Li-eira, but not taking his eyes from his task.

"Yes, Im afraid, we *may* have put you in some danger, just by sitting and having a drink with you. But there is safety in numbers, they say. We are also heading to the Oracle, to request her assistance in interpreting a message. Perhaps we could journey together, share the expense of the journey, and watch each others backs."

"I think that your offer is more than acceptable", Li-eira's reply was intentionally quick in order to keep Coren's love of coin at bay. "I can also appreciate your predicament." She smiled softly but the light of it didn't reach her eyes. She jerked her thumb towards Coren, "I've felt similar stress about putting people in harms way, I've had my share of troubles and am concerned when people travel with me. But Coren doesn't seem to mind the risk. Hopefully the Oracle can help us understand our life path. That is, or course, if you don't mind traveling with us."

"Aye, I have no problems with risk", agreed Coren. "Nor fighting, pain or even death. But being led astray is something I don't like. By Verengaard, I'll help a person whose need is true but only if I know what I'm helping them to do. And that I'm helping the right side".

Janus finished packing his bowl and moved to the fireplace, using a long tinder to bring fire to the weed as he puffed. He turned back towards the room, and smiled around the stem of his pipe. "I don't mind, tho I cant speak for the rest. It only makes sense to travel together. Perhaps we can discuss the particulars, such as pack animals, tents,... is there a rideable pass that leads to Tomiak? Or will we have to be mountaineering to get to her?"

Li-eira looked towards Coren expectantly, this was undoubtedly his area of expertise.

Aislinn listened quietly to the conversation. She knew when her input would be less than helpful. She knew nothing about setting up such journeys, however she did know about how to help someone get a good night's sleep. As the others talked, she gathered her herbs, placing them into a teabag. She sent up the same fervent prayer for Li-eira that she had for Janus.

Yahim chuckled quietly. "Janus, you're speaking for us. I think you'd better get used to it.

Quiet for a moment, Coren watched as Aislinn began to prepare her herbs, seemingly interested in her prayer to Mathern. It would appear that they were going to be travelling together. If the Mother of Mathern wasn't with them, Coren thought, he might be reconsidering.

Realising that Li-eira was looking at him waiting for him to answer, Coren turned to her and Janus.

"Well, as I said earlier", began Coren, "although it is not common a number of people do make pilgrimages to the Oracle. There is a rideable pass to her through the mountains. So no, we won't have to climb mountains. If we did, I don't think Li-eira would've made it".

He smiled warmly in Li-eira's direction, his comment meant only to indicate his concern for the frail, beautiful woman and not to criticize her in any way.

"Still, it is a hard trek", he continued. "Even in the summer months the pass can get difficult when it gets up high". He shrugged, then added. "That's not to say that the journey to the mountains isn't an easy one either. Sure, the roads near here are reasonably save, considering the times of course, but once we get a few miles away the roads turn to wilderness. Then you have to look out for dolfanc, wild beasts and other dangers".

He scratched his head for a moment and then grinned. "Aye, perhaps it is best we travelled together".

Coren then looked Janus in the eye. There was something about the man, something that indicated substantial power beyond being a woodsman and friend to stray animals. "You mentioned a message, the one yer taking to the Oracle. Unless I'm getting paid a lot of gold, I like to know what I'm getting involved in" he enquired. He leant a little closer to Janus and asked, "What's this message about? Not", he glanced over at Li-eira and winked, "another dream I hope?"

Janus drew deeply on the stem of his pipe, considering all that Coren had said. He looked at each of his companions in turn, then returned Coren's level gaze. "I suppose that fair is fair. I would not want the two of you entering into something as potentially dangerous as this is, without knowing beforehand what you were facing. I am not simply Janus of clan McDonougal, though that bit is true, I am also the only apprentice to Goentryx, Arch-Druid of the West, formerly Advisor to the High King, may He rest peacefully."

"May Verengaard protect his spirit", Coren added quietly and nodded. He'd heard of the Arch-Druid like he'd heard of the Oracle, both mystical beings. But unlike the Oracle he had never seen the Arch-Druid nor heard that much about him.

Janus paused a moment, to let that settle in, and continued. "Nearly a month ago, I began having Nightmares, actually 'a' Nightmare. The same one, night after night. A horrid vision of things to come, I fear." Janus explains the dreams to the pair, as faithfully, and honestly as he can. He includes the changes to the dream, and when they changed, and how he had sought his Master's counsel, only to find the Grove closed to him, physically, and spiritually. With the tale told, he tries to draw on his pipe again, making a face and tapping the bowl out into the fireplace.

Li-eira's stomach churned when she imagined the putrid death that pervaded Janus' dreams.

"So you see why we seek the Oracle. My own guts tell me that The Bright One stirs again, and prepares to renew his war against all that is fair, and green. But its only that, intuition. If it is indeed as I fear, I shudder to think of the forces that could be moving against us, to stop us from reaching the Oracle. Though in all fairness, none of us has seen anything to indicate that The Bright One even knows of our existance, and I pray the Fathers will is it remains that way."

The look on Coren's face first showed revulsion at the beginning of Janus' tale but then changed to surprise on mention of the various animals that came to him in his dream. He looked to Li-eira and then to the others in the room, finally coming back to Janus.

Then he smiled a wry smile.

"Haha!" he laughed, though half-heartily. "Was this Deric's idea? He knew I was coming to Per so did he send you? 'Tell him you had a dream about animals'" Coren continued mocking Deric's own voice. "A hawk and a fox. Though he left out the wolf and hound. And the bear of course".

Coren glared at Janus and realised that this was not a joke and not some ruse by his friend in Freehold. The newcomers were being deadly serious.

"You had that dream?" he asked, still not believing it. "You really dreamt that?".

Coren tugged his beard and sighed. Under his breath, he muttered something unsavoury about witches.

"I too have been plagued by a nightmare" explained Coren. "Months ago I used to get it often but recently it has haunted me only occasionally. In mine, I am a snow bear being pursued by a black serpent. In the end the serpent attacks and, upon killing me, I awake in a sweat, trembling like a child".

Li-eira's head dropped as if to study the floor, it troubled her to hear the big man relay his deadly dream. He had spoke of his nightmare before but had never divulged the details. It was overwhelming to imagine a dream bringing the big and powerful Coren to his knees.

He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, which creaked in protest. "I went to see the Oracle about my dream" he continued. "To see if she could tell me what it meant and ease my suffering".

Coren squeezed his eyes shut and, after a pause, continued. "But all she gave me was a prophecy and more riddles to consider". He opened his eyes briefly and glanced at Li-eira at this point, his gaze full of care and concern for his companion. She hung her head to hide either her horror or exhaustion. Shaking his head slightly, he gazed up at Janus.

He carried on telling his story. "The prophecy was about a great white bear that would come forward and face the coming darkness. Alone the bear would fail, devoured by the black serpent, the lands around him falling to death and ruin. But together with a grey wolf, a fox, a hawk and a hound, they would eventually prevail".

a wolf? Li-eira raised her head upon hearing Coren's prophecy. The prophecy that he would begrudgingly admit to having but never share with her. Perhaps I have a role in the events to come that extends beyond being devoured by the darkness in my sleep.

Coren looked down at Elynn, reached out and, after the animal had sniffed his hand, scratched her behind the ear. "Are you that hound, eh?" he asked the dog, before raising his head.

"So, y'see? Your nightmare seems similar to my prophecy. There are differences but the similarities are striking. If, as you say, the Evil One stirs then this would be the dark serpent that has come to engulf the West".

"It could very well mean that," Aislinn spoke up, turning her attention back to the group of people. "While the Moon didn't make her appearance until Janus actually met me back in Portsdale," she shrugged. "Originally I came to find answers from Goentryx, but now it appears I need to help Janus, instead. Before we leave, I'd like to see if my uncle Atreus made it here, or whether he's in Freehold... or someplace else," she said with a slight, worried frown. "Just to let him know what I've discovered, if nothing else."

Janus listened intently to all that Coren, and Aislinn had to say, and noted Li-eira's reactions to the conversation silently. He moved away from the fireplace, and replaced his pipe in his pack. "Indeed Master Coren, I had that dream, and still have it. I have no doubt it will violate my sleep again this night with the addition of a bear... and some other animal." He risked a look at the fair Li-eira, wondering how she would appear in his dream. "At any rate, I think we are pretty well set for this journey through the pass, as we purchased warm clothing and furs before we left Portsdale. You said before you were planning to stay in Per a few days, this should give us ample time to see if Mistress Aislinn's Uncle Atreus is in town, before we leave. Though I must admit, I find myself anxious to be away from here, and to get back into the wilderness. All this town dwelling is making me nervous as a field mouse under an owls nest."

"You can keep your wilderness", disagreed Coren. "Me, I prefer four solid walls around me, a comfy bed to lie in and a handy alehouse nearby. Otherwise, I agree. The sooner we're away the sooner we'll reach the end of our journey. We'll stay here for now but leave in no longer than two days time".

Coren then addressed the priestess.

"If your uncle is in Freehold, Mistress Aislinn, best you can do is find out whether he passed through here", he said. "Freehold itself is weeks away. Ask around at the harbour or in the reputable inns to see if they recognize him".

Li-eira could tell that the matter of Atreus was important to the young priestess and offered up an idea. "We just came into Per this morning and the merchant is heading back to Freehold. He may have already left, but it would be possible for a courier to catch up to him. His name is Gjurd. Maybe he could carry a message to your Uncle if he's in Freehold."

Aislinn smiled at the other woman. "Thank you. I may just do that. Even if he tells me not to worry my pretty little head about such things, I think he should know what I've discovered," she snorted softly. Her eyes twinkled in gentle humor, though.

"As to your dream, Janus dan McDonougal, I hope it now improves" smiled Coren. "Who the wolf or the hound might be, I do not know. And the witch woman never mentioned a moon to me but then her prophecies were vague, at best".

Still, he glanced over towards Li-eira wondering which one she was, if any. None of the remaining animals seemed to suit her though the hound might be the closest of the two.

"Are you in the mood for yet another vision?" It was Yahim's smooth tenor, addressing Coren and Li-eira from his place near the door. His eyes sought Aislinn's in the room's dim light. "Our new companions offer us more in the series of `not-coincidences', lovely Mother," he grinned at her tightly.

"So I'm hearing," she replied with a slight nod. Her gaze remained concerned, but it was difficult to tell if she was concerned about the situation in general or whether something specific was on her mind. "Perhaps it would be best to lay all on the table, Yahim. There's a lot more at work here than we first thought, even."

His expression sobered as he looked at her. "Very well, Mother. I can share the Daghasi vision, at least."

Yahim's silky voice brought Li-eira out of her reverie. She had been considering whether she should share her troubles with the whole group or confide to the lovely mother alone. "I suppose it's better to get it all out now. Do you have a vision as well?"

"No, dear lady. Fortunately I am not predisposed to that Sight myself. Rather I am acting upon such a vision seen by another, then relayed to me. What I am about to reveal to you both is a Sundaryan state secret, my new friends. And for that reason alone I am compelled to ask you to treat it with utmost discretion, upon your honors."

As he had done with Janus, Tob, and Aislinn so he did with these two, waiting for them to indicate compliance before he risked his country and the life of his sisters by relating the tale.

Li-eira shared a grim look with Coren, it seemed as though they were stepping deeper and deeper into the dark unknown. Looking back towards Yahim she committed herself to his promise, her voice ringing sweet and true. "I swear to you by the light of the silver hand that I will protect your secret as if it were my own."

Yahim's eyebrows lifted at that. "You are a silver Pathmage? I am doubly honored to make your acquaintance then, oh beautiful one."

"Ah..." the priestess said with a nod. "That does explain some things. I'm sorry for your plight, though," she added sincerely. It was obvious she held no ill will toward Li-eira for her chosen path, at least.

It always made Li-eira nervous to share her calling with others. But with Coren close by and the spirit of confidence in the air it seemed appropriate and safe to do so now. She nodded her head slowly in thanks, grateful to hear the acceptance in their voices. It troubled her a bit that neither Tob or Janus commented so she sought out their eyes to see if they held any prejudice that she should take note of.

Janus listened faithfully to the run of the conversation, nodding at the realization that Li-eira was of the Silver Hand.He moved back to his bunk, and settled down on the mattress, discreetly watching the reactions of the newcomers, as Yahim unfolded his tale.

Coren thought to himself as Li-eira explained about her chosen path. Eventually he looked up at Yahim.

"Another vision, eh?" Coren sighed. "Aye, like Li-eira said, I'll keep your little state secret to myself. On my honour for what that's worth. Anyway, it's not like anyone would believe me if I told them all about these dreams. They'd probably think I'd been struck down with some maddening plague".

Coren smiled then looked at Yahim quizzically.

"But first, Master Yahim", he asked, "you mentioned a place called 'Sundaryan'. Is that some great city in Nordren or Derugar that I haven't heard of?"

The smaller man looked at him blankly for a moment, then blinked slowly. "Ah, `Sundarya' is the name of my country, Master Coren," he explained, unsure whether the big man was putting one over on him or not. "Far to the south, a land of vast deserts, towering mountains, fierce swift horses, and the mighty Jabal River."

Coren scratched his head looking puzzled.

"But I'd heard that the only thing south of Nordren was a great desert and then the Edge of the World", he explained. "Your home is the desert?!"

That, thought Coren, might explain the dark skin of the southerner and why he was always so on edge. Living in such a harsh, hot and inhospitable place must wear away at people's nerves, he concluded.

Yahim covered his consternation at having to explain this by pulling out his own pipe and packing the bowl with the fragrant tobacco he preferred to smoke. "My actual home is the city of Char at the mouth of the Jabal River," he replied. "If you know nothing of Sundarya then it is certain you'll not know of the Daghasi, a race of mystics and seers in the western mountain range. They are seldom seen out of their caves, Master Coren -- but when one does emerge, it is usually to visit the Imperial Throne to impart a vision vital to the well-being of the state. Her Imperial Majesty Shal-Azharah (may Verenguard's noble face shine gently upon her) received such a visit a month or so ago. The Daghasi insisted upon seeing Her Majesty alone, no eunuchs, no retainers. He then told her of the vision which had been experienced by one of the seers among them. A great storm, immensely powerful, rolled across the West. Lightning split the darkness and fell upon the ground like rain, illuminating an empty field with a lone tree amongst the grasses. Lightning danced ever closer to the tree, almost as if it was seeking it out, yet never quite hitting it.

"And then another flash of light revealed a black horse, riderless and unbridled, racing toward the tree. The mighty horse reared as it reached the tree -- and caught in its hooves a bolt of lightning just before it it could strike. And that is where the vision ended."

Li-eira listened intently to the prophecy that Yahim brought to the table. It felt urgent and dire. She wondered if everyone else felt that scary sensation, like they were the oak tree in the darkness that some unknown force was trying to destroy.

The small man retrieved a coal from the fire and puffed his pipe into life as he continued to speak. "Further questioning of the seer revealed that the tree was a great oak, a tree which does not grow in our country. The horse, of course, was Ubaya, the legendary horse that Sharrah Jabal Al-Sundarya rode as he united the tribes of the ancient peoples into the nation of Sundarya. That horse is the symbol for our nation now. But this was all the Daghasi could tell her. I was dispatched to the north after this to find out what I could on Her Majesty's behalf. Secretly, for the political undercurrents in her court are such that no hint of Shal-Ahzharah's interest can be made known at this time without risking the loss of much of her power."

"That is a troubling prophecy." Li-eira spoke the words in a simple manner, obviously overwhelmed by the magnitude of Yahim's task. "So? You were sent north to...to see the Oracle? This seems to be a heavy burden that you carry, I would like to help you." There was a glint of purpose in the young woman's eyes. She looked so fragile but one could tell by her intensity that she was strong in spirit.

"The tree is a symbol of the druids, have you learned anything that suggests what is causing their turmoil?" Her inquiring gaze traveled to where Janus lay on the bed.

Janus settled back against the heavy head board of the bed, lifting his arms and lacing the fingers together behind his head, as he shrugged. "Once again, all I have to go on is intuition. The presence of the rising corpses in my nightmare is too reminescent of the War of the Dead too discount The Bright One. It would make sense that before he struck, he would try to strike down The Fathers Arch-Hierophant, which could be represented by the Oak in the vision of the Dhagasi. Still, too many ifs... and propablies for my comfort. If Prie-mosh and Tek-loch are marshalling again, perhaps this Oracle might be able to steer us in the right direction."

"I spoke with a delightful fellow who'd worked his passage from Per to Portsdale who told me the Dragonlords are building up again," Yahim added, puffing his pipe contentedly. "Which, since they've been at war for ten years or so bespeaks another major assault. It would seem the Scourges are active once more. I don't need an Oracle to tell me to be wary of this -- what I hope for, with little faith in my hopes, is that she will tell us what's to be done about it."

Coren interest suddenly peaked as Yahim mentioned the Dragonlords. He shot to his feet, visibly startling the high-strung young Sundar response.

"By Vwrg's Hammer!" he swore "You're saying those wyrmlovers, the Dragonlords, are about to hit us again? Let them try I say! We'll fight them back like we've done in the past. Still..."

Coren tugged his beard thinking for a second.

"I wonder if the clans know about this? I'd heard about increased numbers of dolfanc but Deric never mentioned anything like this" he pondered to himself. "Perhaps I should get a message to him, tell him to warn the clan chiefs...?".

He looked up at the others.

"So, yet another reason to see the Oracle" he concluded. "Another vision with another animal that needs another answer." Still, he looked somewhat distracted, still thinking about the Dragonlords.

Tob had been following the conversation, just as he had followed the party upstairs, without a word. He had no words to say that mattered, and he was smart enough to know how to keep his mouth shut, and most often when to do the same. He was amazed at how communicative the god's had been with this small group. In his clan, those who heard from the gods personally were regarded with skepticism, suspicion, and finally with pity. The gods almost never asked for anything easy when they chose to ask personally. There were stories of families that had gone off on a quest in pursuit of some vision of destiny, only to find wreck and ruin. Saving the clan at the cost of one's wife and children was more than a man should have to bear, but when the god's asked, they did not accept refusal.

"It seems I am thus far the only one the gods have favored with their silence," Tob said. "I guess that's theirs to do, and I suppose I'd have words for them if they chose to settle in for a little chat. Still, I am theirs to do with as they see fit, and I shall do my part, be it as dog or hawk or wolf, or trout for that matter if one shows up. I do the bidding of the gods, like it or not. We all do."

Aislinn lifted her pale eyebrows, opened her mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it. It was simple truth that most people thought as he did. She believed differently on the matter and had yet to be denied Mathern's Blessing because of those beliefs. "Perhaps I'm simply being allowed my illusions?" That thought brought an immediate frown to her mouth and eyes. It lasted only a moment. "No. I can't believe that either. I may be in the minority, but my heart tells me my life is mine to live. She turned her attention back to the conversation at hand.

Li-eira regarded Tob when he spoke, his words mirrored her own thoughts. "I am not going to see the Oracle to seek out the answer to a vision. My troubles seem petty compared to the greater prophecies that have been shared this evening." She paused and a darkness crept into her sleep deprived eyes.

"My sleep has not been visited by the Gods. Quite the contrary, there is a darkness that visits me, not every night, but too often. It pursues me and tries to swallow me. I feel the taint of dark magic. I don't know who pursues me or why. I've been attacked by a few bands of dolfanc that spoke of their dark master, but they didn't name him. I am hoping that the Oracle will know how to rid myself of the darkness." There was hope in Li-eira's voice but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Then it would seem you have fallen into good company, lovely mistress," Yahim said smoothly, obviously attempting to cheer her. "Whether we are direct recipients of these visions or merely a custodian, as am I, we all have reason to hate this darkness and wish it contained, if not eradicated altogether."

"Agreed, Yahim," Aislinn nodded, her gentle smile back in place. "Though I've not had any visions, myself. I came to Portsdale looking for answers, and instead found something larger than personal questions set out before me. I chose to investigate that. The others can wait since they've waited more than 25 years already," she shrugged eloquently. "It could be that those answers are part of this and if so, we'll find out I suspect."

Li-eira nodded her head in appreciation. "It is nice to find myself in your company." Her eyes scanned the room to include everyone in her statement. "I hope that we all find the answers that we seek when we visit the Oracle."

Janus winced a bit visibly as Aislinns words hit home in his chest. He folded his hands on his thighs, and his eyes fell to them. The urge to apologize to her once again filled him, and he looked up about to do just that... then his jaw clamped shut and he stopped. Dwelling in his own thoughts, as he listened to Li-eiras words. "Yes... all the answers we seek."

"What shall we need for the trip to the Oracle, Coren ap Balor?" Tob used the "ap," an indicator of clan or patronymic lineage in the woodland tribes of Derugar's wilder lands. It was not one used in the north, but Tob was oblivious of the petty linguistic and cultural differences that separated men.

Coren winced again at Tob's use of the foreign word. It might mean the same thing to the southerners as his own 'dan' but it just sounded wrong to Coren.

"Just call me Coren" he remarked and then answered the rangers's question. "As to our provisions, first I'm hoping you all have some sort of mounts to ride? A wagon would be handy but seen as how you've just come ashore I'm guessing it's unlikely".

He looked at them, hoping that the Luckbringer was shining on them.

"Aye, Coren, horses we have," Tob replied.

"Otherwise", he continued "it's the usual kit for travelling. Warm clothes, the warmer the better. A hood or cloak made of fur is the best. And warm bedding. A thick blanket or two wouldn't go amiss. A tent will help keep the cold wind off you. Boots are a must, well-fitting ones at that. Many a man has been brought down by ill-fitting boots. And something to light our way when it gets dark"

He glanced across at Li-eira and nodded.

"We have furs and woolens to keep us warm, but we need a tent yet, and blankets, and boots. I didn't figure a cobbler in Derugar would know the mountains any better than I do, so we waited to get closer." Tob was in his element, back among the knowable plans of life.

"We'll also need food and water", Coren added. "Thankfully, it's summer, so we can hunt meat and perhaps find a little fruit and veg on the way. Though only until we get to the mountains. And, of course, a drop of something warming wouldn't go amiss either".

Coren considered how a bottle of brandy would help make the journey more pleasant and smiled to himself.

"Give me a while and I'm sure I'll think of some other things. And I trust, Master Tob, you can add a thing or two? In the morning we can get what we need".

"Aye," the ranger replied.

Yahim frowned a bit. "How far is it to the Oracle, Coren? Approximately how many days' journey?"

Coren thought for a moment, weighing up their group."About fifteen days journey, I'd say. Perhaps a little less if we hurry", replied Coren. "Assuming no mishaps on the way, of course. That should bring us to the foot of the steps to the Oracle's abode and to the village of the ice clan that protects her".

"Figure enough for 6 people for 20 days then, with Tob's skills to fill out what is sure to be an unremarkable larder,"the smaller man said, nodding thoughtfully.

A knock sounded at the door before it opened to reveal Siggurd filling the doorway. He held a small package about the size of a brick in his hands. It was wrapped in simple cloth and tied with chord. He scanned the faces before walking towards Aislinn. He reached out and held the package towards her.

"For you. Someone brung to me when stabling horses. Say for Moonmother." He scratched his head a moment. "Can't remember what they look like."

Any further questioning supported what Siggurd had said. For some reason he was unable to recall anything other than what he had told the Aislinn.

With a puzzled frown, Aislinn took the package. "It's all right, Siggurd. If you can't remember, you can't remember," she smiled. "Thank you for bringing this to me."

When the large man left, she looked at the package again. Her right hand came up to her pendant and she murmured softly, gazing intently at the package. Then she shook her head and turned her eyes to Yahim who was more used to thinking along these lines than she was. "There's no magic attached to it, but do you want to check it out before I open it?" she asked.

The Sundaryan nodded, eyes narrowing. "At the rate these not-coincidences are happening, I'm likely to collapse of nervous exhaustion before I ever lay eyes on an Oracle," he muttered, taking the package somewhat gingerly to inspect it for foul play. "You do realize Siggurd's memory was likely, shall we say, `magically modified'?"

Li-eira nodded her head in agreement.

"The thought crossed my mind," she replied quietly. She watched the young Sundar intently, ready to leap up to apply healing if need be. She needn't have worried since he found no evidence of tampering. She relaxed with a grin and a wink at him. "But you need never fear of collapse, Yahim. I'll take care of you," she promised, eyes twinkling.

His dark eyes twinkled as he handed it back. "Perhaps I shall feign one then, if only to be the privileged recipient of such tender care," he told her, offering her the package with a bow. "I can find nothing amiss, dear lady. Will you open it with us here, or do you desire privacy?"

"I'd rather open it with my friends here, if you all don't mind," she said, her smile touching all in the room. Carefully, she untied the cord, then unwrapped the cloth. Inside, there rested a heavy pouch and a note. When she lifted the pouch, all clearly heard the clinking of coins. Surprised, she unfolded the note and read it silently, then with a concerned expression, read it aloud.

"'I know you have arrived safely in Per. All I can do at this time is assist you with your journey's needs. Do not try to find or contact me. All of our lives will be in greater peril if you do.'

"It's signed with a blessing by my uncle Atreus," she continued. "Looks like we won't be worried about money for our supplies." Her pale brows nearly meet over her nose in a fierce frown. "Damn! As if I wasn't worried enough, the old goat had to go and re-double it!" she nearly growled. A sheen of tears glittered in her eyes. They'd only met recently, but he was family. All the family she had outside of Sarah. The only family she knew.

Janus furrowed his brow, trying to recall if hed ever heard the Priestess utter a profanity before. "Mistress Aislinn, how is proof that your Uncle is alive, and in town, and flushed enough with coin to spare some for us worrying news? Perhaps Its another gap in my education, but I would take reassurance from this."

Aislinn looked over at the druid, her eyes glittering blue diamonds."It reassures me that he's alive, but worries me that he's implied he's off on some dangerous mission," she answered. "Sometimes it's the things left unsaid you have to hear."

Janus nodded, not with understanding, but with acceptance that his education was rather gapped.

Coren's eyes widened in welcome surprise. A toothy smile beamed from within his beard and his hand twitched as if it wanted to reach out and take the bag. "Thanks be to Geruatha", he said happily.

Uncharacteristically perhaps, for those who did not know the young rogue well, he stepped forward and placed one slim hand on the priestess' shoulder in support. "Your uncle has lived a long time, gentle Mother," Yahim said softly. "Have faith that Mathern and Verenguaard will watch over him now that you cannot."

Aislinn reached up and clasped Yahim's hand. She squeezed it gently and smiled up at him through the sheen of tears. "Thank you for the reminder," she said sincerely. "I'm a bit of a worry-wort and I hate it when the people I care about make me worry. It shortens my temper considerably," she gave a small laugh.

He raised that hand and planted a soft kiss upon one knuckle. "Then if I hope you care for me, I must endeavor never to give you cause for such concern," Yahim told her with all apparent sincerity...

...and accompanied, where their new friends couldn't see, with the slightest of winks.

"See that you don't," she sniffed, tossing her hair slightly. The corners of her mouth kicked up, giving lie to the terse statement. "Thank you, Yahim," she said, letting the smile encompass her face. "Shall we finish our discussion about supplies, then maybe see about dinner downstairs?" she asked, looking now to the rest of the room.

Li-eira's head tilted to the side completely captivated by the exchange between the lovely mother and the dashing Yahim. Her eyes were soft and caring, wishing that she could somehow help Aislinn understand her uncles wishes. The sweet smile that played at her lips could only be explained by the visions of romance that danced in her head concerning the two of them. She realized that her assumption earlier in the evening that Janus and the moon mother were a couple was quite likely incorrect. She was also quite certain that her curiosity in this matter was far to keen and would best be kept to herself.

Coren tore his gaze away from the money bag and glanced across at his mystical companion. His raised brow did much to remind Li-eira of her manners. She broke her starry eyed stare and clapped her delicate hands together lightly. "I think dinner sounds lovely."

"Aye", agreed Coren and then quickly added, "...and we can count out that money". It was Li-eira's turn to raise an eyebrow which Coren duly noticed.

"Aah... erm. Well. Just to see how much is in there" Coren muttered. "Assuming Mother Aislinn doesn't mind, of course?".

For some reason, Aislinn laughed. Everyone got the sense that she wasn't laughing at anyone, but perhaps at the situation. Laughter over tears, maybe. "I don't mind at all. We need to know how much money we have before we start buying, I'd say," she smiled. Carefully, she emptied the pouch into her lap and gasped at the multitude of gold coins glittering there. She counted them along with everyone else, growing a bit wide-eyed at the number. "Twenty-five," she said finally. "A goodly sum, I should think." She'd never had need of that much money before, so seeing it all in one place left her a little stunned.

"A word for our new friends, before we return downstairs for dinner," Yahim said, looking at Coren And Li-eira seriously, all trace of his tender humor with Aislinn gone. "There are those in this city who now know we're headed for the Oracle, after what transpired earlier this afternoon. That can't be helped, but in the name of all you love say nothing else in public about our real plans. In fact, if you can think of a plausible lie to add to what our enemy already knows about our doings, that would be even better. Perhaps a place for us to visit before we go to the Oracle -- and then noise that about the common room tonight -- it might help undo the damage that has already been done."

"I won't say anything to anybody if you think it will put us in danger." Li-eira's pledge was solemn. "I must admit though. I'm confused as to who your enemy is, so I will be extra cautious."

"Li-eira, I don't think it matters who the enemy is," the priestess spoke up. "Just that there are forces out there that will try and stop us for one reason or another." Her blue eyes passed over all in the room. "Even those of us who didn't think they had any real enemies, at all."

So we're to beware of enemies, thought Coren, but they don't know who these enemies are. Coren rolled his eyes at this. Obviously young master Yahim's paranoia was catching. Still if agents of the Dragonlords, or even of Arluth-Traugur himself, were interested in their whereabouts, then keeping quiet was probably for the best. He could understand that.

The Sundar youth nodded, patting Aislinn's shoulder again. "And we are not without friends, it seems," he murmured, glancing at the golden pile in the young priestess' lap, then to Li-eira and Coren. "It is said among my people that the desert night's bitter chill is easier to bear with a friend to share it. With such as these," he gestured to everyone in the room, and looked at Janus with a small smile, "that night shall pass all the more quickly."

GM OOC: Cleaned up just a little color tagging...again. Glad you all still have things to talk about. Thank you!

OOC: Looks like a good place to round it off though... hope Andy's feeling better today.