Daughter of Pale Moonlight
Fourteenth Day of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
As good a resolution as a stranger could hope for," you say with a sigh of relief that is wholly unfeigned "We will be on our way." Then as you rise to your feet another thought comes to you, the memory of shadows moving behind the eyes of the living and the dead, of voices that seemed to resound from the depths of Hell. "But first I would offer a warning, out of courtesy to a shared purpose. Watch the shadows, hunter, and those beings born of them. They are moving now with purpose beyond simple destruction, a strategy of some kind that the Anwa now marshal to defend themselves against. I would not wish this city's defenders to be unknowing of the danger."
"I have heard the news," the hunter answers thoughtfully. "Yours is not the first ship to have come from Apuku and the kings of the Sunset Islands marshaling for war is neither quiet nor secret. Still I thank you for the warning." With a wintry smile she adds in parting. "I hope that the flames you light shall lead you true Roland of Normandy and that one day we shall meet upon the road in better terms... and if that should not be so than I promise at least that our next meeting shall be quick."
Seeing Inge open her mouth to give some angry retort you place a hand on her shoulder and squeeze gently and for your parts offer a brief grave nod, threat or no the sentiment had been meant well and you have seen enough of the things that live in the shadows of the world to know there are some fates far worse than a clean swift death.
The rest of your company is so pleased pleased at the sight of you emerging from the temple that they burst out into cheers, breaking the solemnity of the square before its granite walls and so you are quick to leave so as not to draw more attention from curious onlookers then you must.
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Sixteenth Day of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Two nights later you ride on Silver though a part of the city you had not yet explored... and you do not ride alone. The Street of Fire is not half so dramatic as its name, being perhaps more properly called the Street of Kilns, white smoke emerging from dozens of workshops, streaming together like the breath of some great slumbeing beast. In front of each a small bench set with their finest works. Slender necked vases and and cups made as though with the beaks of birds painted in green, green and black, mostly with the same almost-abstract style that you had seen upon the temple walls, seeming to shift and to reveal itself depending on how the eye of the watcher should fall. A fitting place to meet your current companion, whom you had not seen these past few days and whom in truth you know less of than one might hope.
Why then are you so set on having her accompany you?
The simple answer is as easy to discern as the sight of the sorceress' eyes gleaming with the fire of moon and distant star, of her hair falling like a curtain of fine shadows over them, the tilt of a faintly sardonic smile. But as with most things the simple answer does not tell the whole of the tale. Esha rides a horse well, miraculously well in fact for someone who had not even known that horses could be ridden a few months gone. She had come back to the Marcella with the proclamation that now she could pay for her rescue and her passage to the city, but to your surprise as much as hers Antonio had refused the payment. Though perhaps you aught not to have been
that surprised, the captain is not the sort of man who would surrender the chance for greater profit for the later and you are honest enough to admit that your own motivations are not untouched by that notion. She could be a valued companion on your journeys even as the company of the Marcella would help shield her from those who would see her only for the heritage of her blood.
Alas you have no notion of how to approach the matter as the very thought of making a mercenary proposition to a lady is as alien to you as flight is to a fish so you are left with an attempt to carefully tease out the meaning of her thoughts and the direction of her intentions from hints and tales told. not that you mind, she is good company with a quick wit and a clever turn of phrase.
Thus you eventually come to recount your meeting with the huntress, after some cajoling, for you did not wish to be seen as blowing your own horn. Her answer surprises you at first. "Why did you let Eririan go, knowing that he bore the bones of the dead about his neck for a guard? The hunters certainly would not have done so?"
On hearing the question you realize two things, her suggestion then had been a test of sort... and so is this.
What do you reply?
[] The seer kept to his bargain and you had seen him work no magic to disturb the dead in your presence, you had no interest to condemn a man merely for what enchantments he possesses
[] If Inge was not troubled by the necklace or the book she was handed you see no reason why you aught to be
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OOC: And here we are, hope you guys like what I did with the ambiance. The whole vampires and moon theme is my homage to really old vampire fiction like Varny the Vampire and Vampyre. Not yet edited.