GM:
Doron: "My eye is fixed on my Uncle. Though my heart turned to water."
"Better that than a heart of stone." Caith retorts, still wild in anger, but offers the fierce promise of
"We will find yer Uncle Durindar, and bring him back, along with the flame, but ye must speak in his stead now, Doron, and I will call out through the dark to the fleeing in my own way. Fair enough?"
GM:
He nodded to her and turned to the others, " Return! There is no shame in being cowed by sorcery, it cares not for your spirit or honour but darkens your mind."
" Return and we will enter unto this place and cleanse it of the horrors that dwell here!"
"And we nay brought a bucket and mop to do the spring cleaning with either." Caith growls in agreement.
The now softly glimmering hedgewitch nods to Osric, and offers no scolding to him for a wrong she is guilty of herself scant moments before his nasty fright, but turns to Leaf as she asks "
Ye alright? Nay harm done? Have ye seen Colm?" the last in a tone of barely concealed worry.
"This place has nay love for those it reckons to be it's beloved's rivals." she explains as gently as she can to the young woman from afar who works stone, searing flame and sea to her will
"And ye and he are at a greater risk than the rest of us to it's hate."
Her concerned gaze flits back to the twilight, urgently searching the gloom for the others, yet Caith's feet remain firmly planted where she stands, holding to the hope that a beacon in the unnatural dark and a voice that speaks in true authority will do what one who can only advise, not command, cannot accomplish alone.
She smiles to each returning comrade, but having done her diplomatic duty for the moment, she is silently watchful for the most part.
Caith offers the suggestion of
"Could make them reckon us gone back, fled for real maybe, but I nay ken if these odd fish would rise to my arcane bait, and we'd need to hid for a while for the trick to have any chance of working either way."
"If they ken we're here, and they're probably nay the kind to declare a duel in the open where ye can get on with the job swiftly, then it's a matter of finding them. Big place to search. Let them come to us and we'll ken better where to look for what the birdies stole, but we nay have much time to waste in drawing them out."
She shrugs, and concludes
"So we go swiftly, stealthy if we can, and get Hearthflame and old King Durindar out that great pile of rock, and back where they belong. Last bit to the temple has nay cover."
Caith frowns then poses one question before preparing to make her way to the target, a simple choice of
"So, do we dash up that ramp at full charge, or creep along quiet like and climb up the side?"
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