Zuriel walks into the dining area with the Book of Answers open, reading. He sets it down on a clear spot for everybody to see.
Baldwin:
His careful plans all gone awry / The coded words were fly, fools, fly
Toward the east, toward distant lands / Long governed by another hand
For Flame will learn, through spell and song / No prison built can hold bards long
Then rendezvous, a short time hence / That's the message Baldwin sent
"Looks like we're headed to Ikuabai, Maeve."
The paladin digs into the oat mash with gusto, savoring the flavors.
"This is delicious, Filbert. My compliments!" Despite, or perhaps because of the taste, Zuriel bolts down his bowl quickly, positively vibrating with excitement, to the point where it's as if there are two of Keef.
Standing up, the paladin clears his throat for attention.
"Friends, we have a ways to travel, and we must make haste. But first, there is somebody who I'd like you all to meet." Gathering his bewildered friends, Zuriel opens the door of the cabin and leads the party outside into the morning sunshine. He walks a couple of paces, then turns around and faces the party. Extending both hands, he closes his eyes and begins chanting in some other language.
"!לזמן את חיל הפרשים"
[
Private to Lyriel Vesper: You recognize the language as Celestial, which is used for many of Tassada's spells. You don't recognize this one, however, though Zuriel pronounces the complicated syllables flawlessly, albeit with some strange accent you are unaccustomed to.]
A circle of white light appears on the grass before the paladin. Lines and symbols begin to form, creating a summoning circle inscribing a motif looking vaguely like a tree of symbols. Once complete, the circle pulses with a blinding light. Once the light fades, standing in place of the circle is a magnificent midnight black mare. She tosses her glossy black mane, snorts, and looks at the party with warm eyes the color of molten gold. Her gaze is uncanny, with no discernible pupil, but nevertheless kind, and extremely intelligent.
"This," Zuriel says proudly,
"is Shahara."
[
Private to Lyriel Vesper: You recognize the word Shahara from several of the older liturgical prayers. It means 'Dawn,' in the feminine form.]
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