The Sable braves are from the Rock Speakers clan, which is the one currently in control of the area.

I guess it's Ohanzee who needs to say how we do the do, but I would like to help the Elves at Sacred time if you could ask Brooster for me. Temush says

Ohanzee shrugs "Don't know anything about the Aldryami sacred time rituals, just know I've got a seed and the Dryad told me and Amara to bring it to the elves here."

He stands and walks towards the watching Rock Speakers "Morning. You blokes want anything? Or perhaps you've heard of our band, our cause beyond clan lines?"
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"Err chief",  Temush addresses Kobal, "did we not leave the mounts at home and ride Zebra to Pavis so's not to let the world know our bees' wax?" He nods pointedly towards Ohanzee and the Sables

"Or let me put this another way, any of you mob follow the Four Rivals?"

Having been occupied by his breakfast, Kobal finally comes up for air.

"What other news from Avalarn's uncle?  Like, was he filled with gratitude with our saving his niece?  Did he give you anything?"



"Perhaps it was Ohanzee's Raven spirit?"

He lifts his head slightly, adopts a more respectful tone and says, "Lord Captain, do you know what could have caused this?  Some of us heard Ohanzee speak a strange word, but he himself denies it.  And Temush says he did not lie."



He looks to all assembled.  "Do you think it would be good if the elves become involved in the Greening of Prax and the Wastes?  Or should we focus on the Earth instead?"

He looks to Grundar.  "At some point, we'll need to explain to you what we Wandering Rangers are doing."



"Not all of us rode zebras.  I rode my bison Black Hoof, remember?  Don't want to ride a zebra.  And Blue Arm has his strange rhino now."
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Henal groans and mutters "bloody zebras, I will be happy when I can get back and pick out a new bison to ride. Sables are a pain anywhere we meet them."

Amara raised an eyebrow "Sables have the potential to be strong allies against the moon followers."

Looking studiously into thin air, Hoskar's face is a calm mask. He swallows hard several times before speaking.

Allies. Yes. Why not? It's what it's about.

Aldrya's folk too. Growth. We saw what that one dryad accomplished. Greener places. Dreamweed for Salen too, very likely.

Oh.

Actually.

Dreamweed. I bought some before leaving here. Must have come from the Garden. Got it from...er...fill you in privately later.

He smiles - a weak smile, but a distinct smile - as he nods and raises a hand in acknowledgement of the Sables.

Anyone looking closely will see he is perspiring more than one might expect, and that his right hand strayed downwards towards his waist a few moments before being raised in greeting.

"Only those clans which haven't joined with the Moon worshippers," Kobal interjects.  "The others I wouldn't trust any further I could put a javelin through them."

"Oh we've heard of you, just not known where youse where that's all" answers one of the braves, an older man, powerful in magic and warcraft.

There's lots of hooking thumbs through belts and rocking back on heels as the group of Sable warriors give Ohanzee and the Rangers a good, long stare.

Several of them move off to jump on their mounts which are ridden off quickly towards the nearby gate.....




Kobal's head shimmers as the guardian spirit replies.

Keeping his voice low, "I'm guessing that they've gone to get their mates." Melock's eyes flit between the nearby Rangers, "We should leave before they get back."

Kobal sits still a moment, listening, before reporting to the others, "Emesh-Ga couldn't explain it all, but it's something to do with his Raven spirit."

"My thanks, Lord Captain."




Kobal turns to regard the Sable riders a moment, watching those who leave.  "We're going to be here in this city for a while.  If they want trouble, they're going to find us sooner or later.  Their less likely to do anything during the day."

Hoskar looks worried a moment, head cocked to one side and eyes unfocussed.


He forces a smile, and nods to Kobal. Agreed. They jump us here, and there's the law. Still, Melock has a point. Maybe we're best where there's plenty of local witnesses.

"If it happens in front of witnesses then we'll get the blame, especially here at the temple where I'm sure the shaman's will be on their side," he grins, "but if happens at night down a dark alley, it'll be a fair fight." Melock shrugs, "one way or another trouble is on the horizon."
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Henal frowns and shakes his head, before he looks about. "Isn't trouble always on our horizon? Damn sables causing trouble".

Temush looks confused "I thought I told you, he gave us a pouch of gold, and all due words of thanks, asked what boon I sought, so I said if he could tell us how to meet the elves that would fit the bill.

Could be you weren't there when I talked to Hoskar about the gold bits, they're in Becx's lock box. I would say he thinks well of us.

Temush shrugs, You're the ones as met the Dryad, I thought you had it in mind to do as she asked.

Far be it from me to set up to teach the ways of Waha to one to whom he gives his mark, but I think elf green would suit the herds more than Esrola green. They can get riled if their plants are at threat mind. There's a story that they called on us Ostriches and the Verhefen one time when there were swarms of bugs in the Redwoods, don't know if it's true or not

At the word "Dryad", Hoskar's smile relaxes.

Now we've not got so many listeners, I might as well pass on a lead. My dreamweed contacts. There's a dryad hangs out at Goldfang's Grotto sometimes.

Having returned Ohanzee smiles at Hoskar's recommendation "Any supplier of good weed is a person worth visiting!"

"You'll have to take us to Goldfangs then Hoskar. What else do they do there?"

I think Grundar might know the place, Hoskar burbles. I never saw the dryad myself. Stayed away from the deals. Keeping my head down, you know - you've met mother - and I've not seen my contact here since we arrived. Don't know if anyone's seen an oldish Deadhead nickname Roach? He might have graduated to the halite mines by now of course.
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Ohanzee, surrounded by his friends, suddenly finds himself grabbed, bundled up and bound. From his knees he looks up as Hoskar looms over him, staff raised...

*Crack*

And knocked unconscious everything fades to black.

Sorry, mate Hoskar murmurs as Ohanzee crumples up. He moves quickly to prevent his comrade from hitting the floor too hard. For you own good, you know. He shakes his head Missing moments and talking Old sodding Pavic be damned.

He straightens up and looks round the Rangers. Right. Shall we get him to the priests and shamans?

Four Paws just fill in everyone will you?

His face drops a moment. Oh. He leans in to Melock and mutters something
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Never dull the times in this place, Raven's head will sure go sorely when he wakes from fervid slumbers and some strife may yet come of it.

Ho familiars, all but Raven's, seems a spirit has been scouted: delving deep by copper captain showed the stinker lurking down there round the Raven's subtle soul. Shaman's work to find and conquer, so the scene we have now witnessed.

Under the eyes of many curious bystanders the Rangers carry Ohanzee into the nearby temple, where they are met by two firendly shamans, one a High lama and the other a Sable rider.

"What is the problem?" asks the former "Has he been injured in a fight?". The Sable rider, a wise glint in his eyes, takes in the assembled braves and replies "I think it is more complicated than that...Come with me this way..." and he leads them off to an anti-chamber.