Along Fisheater Creek
Narthian Goldleaf:
Narthian wishes his companions a safe journey. "I will catch you up if I can." He and Thunder trot off along the bank.
Narthian waves a hand in greeting to the old man. "Good day! Such a lovely one for fishing. Tell me, if you will, how do you catch the really big fish?"
The old man looks up at Narthian and the large wolf at his side. He tips his hat at the druid, but doesn't let go of his fishing rod. "
How big a fish you wanting to catch, traveler?" he asks, his voice rough with age.
At the Ruby Conclave
Volsh son of Vor:
Volsh was reluctant to let Narthian do this alone, but the man seemed insistent, so he lead the others away and down the road to the Ruby Conclave.
When they arrived he waved a hand, “I’ve come to escort your teaching sister to her retreat with some friends. She’s to help teach me along the route.”
At Volsh's proclamation, the sister's stern demeanor softens. "
It is good you returned so swiftly. Sister Lar thinks well of you."
Dellas Nump:
Dellas looked at the priestess "So you can teach him to be a werewolf? Is that like a normal dog? Sit, lay down, roll over, fetch?" Dellas adds with a playful smirk.
"
And also attack, defend, maul, maim, and devour," she says in return, not cracking a smile. She might be joking in a deadpan manner. Or not.
She disappears from the wall for a moment, and the gate swings open, admitting Volsh and everyone with him to the neatly manicured grounds of the Ruby Conclave. A few skeletons are working on tidying flower beds or trimming hedges, adding to the strange feel of the cool gardens. It is after a few moments that you are met by Sister Lar, a middle-aged woman in scarlet robes, a holy symbol around her neck, leaning slightly on her staff.
"
Volsh, I am pleased you have returned so quickly. Elder Orani has been informed of your arrival, and she will be ready soon. She is seeking a burial cave at a shrine north of here, where she will remain and meditate for several days. She can instruct you along the way in what you need to know, and you can practice while you wait for her to finish her meditations," she says, her hand moving in a blessing gesture. "
May reason see your path clear."
Sister Lar has the group decant to an area of benches and ground for them and their mounts. They do not have to wait for long, as within a half hour a skeletal horse walks up the path, a cushioned saddle upon its back, and atop that a very elderly woman in deep crimson robes. A beautifully carved red holy symbol is about her neck, and she has several ropes of black beads that seem to serve her as both belt and decoration wound around her body and hair. A small pack is atop the skeletal mount's back.
She makes a small gesture to Sister Lar, who bows and disappears down the path.
Elder Orani looks over the assembled group of escorts with her dark eyes in her wrinkled face, her hair hidden behind a black scarf, and nods. "
Let us go north to the Cave of Sighs," is all she says, and turns her mount towards the Conclave's gate.