Re: Part 73 - The long road
For a moment, Cyan focuses. There. James. "Bide an instant - James bespeaks me. Left - can you bring his armor here?"
When she replies, it is aloud for the benefit of her companions. For James' sake, she concentrates hard, and in the contact the image of her grows steady, along with that of her surroundings.
"James, a fine thing to find you whole, if not in ideal conditions." A relief, truly. "We have found what appears to be a burial site, or a ritual site, where bones have been left out for...hundreds of years, by the sound of it. Untouched by animals. Additionally, we find ourselves watched - both Harbonah and I have sensed a presence. Possibly similar to the one watching you, if not the same?"
Her lips thin. "I like this separation not at all. I might bring you here, or we might come to you - all of us. And should you not agree, I might send your armor to you." It's a poor bandaid to James' situation, but better than nothing.
The bard's ruby eyes flick to the circling lord of the Archons. His observations are fascinating, disturbing, and bring about still more questions. "You...feel the pain of death in the bones? What sort of death? How is it that you can do this, if I might ask?"
Back to James. "What say you, James - come here, or us go there? Or I, at least, send your armor to you, and perhaps Berd to boot? Or shall I open myself to this presence, see what it might make of an offer to discuss?"
Berd...father, I need you here.