Re: 55 - What to do, after the end of the World.
Cyan enters the vast building in a state of wonder. Indeed, like Menegroth...but above the ground. She stares at the comfort, and compares it to the stark lethality of the other Charyk.
Why are the two so different? And who are these brothers?
Berd, upon Trista's shoulder, keeps one eye on his daughter as they walk.
"I am certain," Cyan replies to the other woman, glancing at Berd as she accepts the small ring from Dorian, "that Berd is honored by your offer." Her voice is wry as she studies the drake, and while there might be a raw edge to it, its undertone is soft. She continues more seriously. "It was a bright thing that you and he met, I think. A bright thing for all of us."
The bard turns toward Dorian, holds up the silvery band. "Thank you, Dorian. I will wear it for the nonce, until you have satisfied yourself that naught is amiss." With that, she slips it on.
Banglen-Yp and the Man Who Was A Storm are examining a wrapped bundle - from the way they hold it, whatever lies within is alive. Curiousity spikes in Cyan - they brought this from Charyk? But the offer of a bath has come, and Banglen-Yp seems to be amenable. Perhaps she can ask while they bathe.
"Well said, Jonnee Kay," she replies to his explanation. It's a wonder he can speak, with so much food in his mouth. Moving to wear he sits, she leans over and gives the whipcord man another quick hug, knowing full well it will take far more than the edges of her armor to bruise him. "Safe passage," she whispers, "and take care. If Berd can find my palanquet, we shall not be so long out of touch."
Another Questor leaving. This time, though, he lives. For that, she gives thanks, doubly so as her hand may have been the one to slay Jonnee, without the fortune she received.
But now, another problem. James tension has grown, and he is deep in conversation with Dorian. She catches a word or two, then James hurries to both Jonnee and Morgan. Someone, it seems, has been left behind. At that thought, panic fills her, and she stands...and sinks back down into her seat. The armor's weight is leaden upon her, and Cyan cannot begin to see how she might help. Berd is exhausted. There must be....
Wait.
"Left. Right."
Twin blurs, one silvery, the other chrome and crimson, suddenly hang in the air before her.
"Can you bring James back to Charyk? Immediately, and assist him in locating this...missing person?"