He glances between Hoskar and Temush, "Am I missing something?"

"I guess so," Temush mutters absently "...I know I am - food for thought."

Henal hearing the exchange looks pensive. "I suppose there are ways we can hear things as though they come from elsewhere than than their real source. It confuses me how those assassins just vanished though and who were they there for?."

Amara crossed her arms, trying to be angry, but not show she was angry, she'd spent too much time being angry. It needed to change. "I dislike this place. Nothing is simple here. Everything is hidden, no doubt the ravens are content, but the rest of us are less so. Let us do what must be done and leave."

"The scary man with knife seemed to think that Ohanzee was from the here, not a nomad. I think we'll be seeing them again." Melock has a few bites of his free breakfast, "I think you'd have enjoyed being held at knife point and pushed of a roof more than I did Amara. If you want to see this place like a Raven you can keep me company for a couple of days."

Looking back and forth between the Rangers, Hoskar chews on his lip awhile as the conversation progresses then speaks softly and regretfully.

I know what I heard. And whose voice it was. And what language it was though not what it meant he glances at Ohanzee and it troubles me.

Yet it is clear Ohanzee speaks the truth. It is no insult to a Raven to think the truth might be concealed, but it would be an insult to Sun Hawk to say a lie could be compounded that way.

He shakes his head.

I too am missing something here...

...actually...did you shout anything at all, Ohanzee?

He smiles almost shyly; vaguely in Amara's direction. You've not seen the place at its best yet, though. Give it a week or so and some getting used to.

Ohanzee considers a moment before responding "I said Snuff was killed and tucked myself in against the building to get some cover."

He frowns "Then I was standing in the middle of the courtyard" he says looking a little sheepish or confused perhaps.

Hoskar scratches his head, looking worried. That's damn odd. I distinctly heard your voice come out with a word in Old Wyrmish. Erumadjarum or something like it. And with the other half of my heritage - the Becx half - that's mighty worrying. Especially if you don't remember it.

Maybe we should get a priest or a shaman to take a look at you or ask Emesh-Ga. I still regret not paying more attention when Harratt was acting oddly. That had a tragic ending. Blame myself to an extent though there's little I could have done.

Do you feel alright?
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He shrugs "Feel fine. bit tired after last nights prayers, but who wouldn't" and he picks up some more food.
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"What's old wyrmish and what's it got to do with trolls?" he scratches his head, "Can trolls control us like we control animals?"

In reply to Melock (msg # 101):

Quietly, as if controlling some emotion, Hoskar replies It's the language of the dragons. The people-eaters. I know nothing to say it has to do with Uz at all.
he slumps forward, holding his head in his hands.
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Melock looks worried at Hoskar's reaction to his question, "I'm guessing there is a story to tell," He pats Hoskar on the shoulder, "maybe telling us will ease the pain?"

In reply to Melock (msg # 103):

Hoskar smiles wanly, straightening up. It's nothing personal to me. In the pass, in the west, dragons are feared. Feared beyond reason. Smething I seem to have inherited. There may be tales, but I don't know them. Maybe it's something not spoken of.

Some people from there came here, and... his eyes widen ...the city was... he starts to grin ...full...

His voice tails off and he slaps his forehead with his palm, smiling hugely.

He turns back to Ohanzee.

I've been rather dense there. You've not been speaking to dragons. You're not under some awful spirit. Just made some friends, I'd guess. I'll say no more. I'm sorry for that fuss.
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Rather sheepishly, he adds wrong language. Old Pavic, not Old Wyrmish. Words getting borrowed between them.

"Dragons! I think if I'd seen one, even from a distance it would scare me as well." Glad that Hoskar is no longer slumped over, Melock relaxes, "Old Wyrmish, Old Pavic, you could have told me it was the language of the giants that built the great wall we passed getting here and I would be none the wiser."

Ohanzee shakes his head at Hoskar and sounds frustrated as he says "I've been speaking to no one, I know no one in this place. I have never hear of Old Pavic or Old Wyrmish and I said nothing to to the assassins. I have no idea what you are talking about!"

Hoskar chews his lip again. That's still damn odd. I'd swear to a Humakti it was your voice. Still, as long as you're alright I think I'm best assuming I misheard.

Temush nods "I vouch for what Ohanzee says. I don't know what we are talk of, and it may be a long time 'til we find out, if we do.

I had some news from Avalarn's uncle. Some of the Elves from the Garden go the old city by Pavis's temple at Sacred Time. If we help them with their Sacred Time role then they will talk to us. Hoskar may know who to ask to get to the old city and join the Sacred Time rites?"

Henal looks up "the elves I really wonder about as we do not see them out in the wastes, are they hostile to nomads?"

Glad of the change of topic Ohanzee says "It would be good to pass the seed on. The longer it is with us then the more chance of something happening to it. And perhaps it will get too old."

"I am going to spend some time at the Great Serpent whilst I have the chance, so don't be surprised if I'm not around much."
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"Will we be back here for Sacred time? I don't know if I want to take part in their sacred time stories, I'll probably end up on their enemies side."

The Rangers notice that they are being watched by several of the Sable Riders present.

You can likely count me out at Sacred Time Hoskar remarks. Issaries holy days and I hope he will accept me.

Aside from what's already been said, I am seeing Broosta later. Could ask her how to see Aldryami, I suppose. Or ask mother. She deals mostly with the Uz though.
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Ohanzee looks over at the watching Sable Riders and tries to make out clan markings. "What they so interested in?"

Melock also turns to look at the Sables, "Well it could just normal sable hate, or more likely we've been recognised as Delenda's kidnappers. One way to find out, shall we invite them over?"