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The doctor's words fell on solemn ears.

Mi'zral nodded broodingly as Dulin spoke, "I have lost too much to recount this day. And the people of Bardusk much more then I." He looked over and down at the emissary to his right, "Once you reach Kryn please see to it that the Order receives the good doctor. No misunderstandings on the late Seer's part, and as to why this man has his eye."
Mi'zral looked back to the man in the mask, "I do not know you. And I would sooner not. Yours is path I would much rather not travel. I can only hope that the resolution with which you say your words is how adamantly you hold to them."

With that Lisha stepped up, "You have my word High Lord." She glanced at the doctor, "There is much to set right in the coming days. Kryn will hear of what happened here. I will make it known."

She turned to the ranger Alazius then, "This is where I ask for your assistance good sir." Emissary Lisha went on to explain how her escort was found buried in rubble and the wagons of her entourage mangled.
"The road west is perilous, as you know. My offer as it stands: Arrange our trip with those departing with us, and see to our safety. Be my personal escort to the city, and I will see to it you are reward by the council in Kryn. Not in the least for saving my life."
There was something else on her lips, but she held back, deciding rather to not speak of it.

While the delegate had been talking, Mi'zral it seemed was conferring with Lady Elsah and Lord Ikin in private.

Soon thereafter both the Elf and Dwarf rejoined the group proper, but Lord Mi'zral himself tread a hasty retreat, excusing himself as the demands of the day were piling up at the door.

"It wouldn't look it, but he's a simple one." Lady Elsah remarked, watching Mi'zral depart, before turning to Riona, "He doesn't like mystery. Straight and to the point are his methods. Unlike the rest of us standing here." She smiled a small smile, "That is besides you."

"What the Lady means, lass, is that things are more.. complicated then what the emissary or Mi'zral thought." Ikin spoke up, picking at his beard, "I'll be heading west as well, seeing how I've lost much of what I was hoping to sell, and the council still owes me a couple favors."

The dwarf glanced about at the odd gathering of folk, all brought together by the machinations of fate... that and the dying whims of an old monk.

Lady Elash watched the dwarf in turn, "Yes, it seems fate does conspire." To Riona she then said, "We recovered the Seer's satchel. Among the broken items was a notebook, bound in leather, of particular interest. The words written within are of an old elven dialect."

At that Ikin huffed but held his tongue.

Eying the stocky little man with a light smirk Elsah continued, "Be so kind as to hold on to it for me Riona my dear. Keep it safe."
The Lady Elf motioned a couple of helpers by the doors, "By the way, did I mention we'll be heading west as well."

"As such, I don't suppose I can bother my savior for his aid in this... endeavor?" Elsah brought her hands before her, in the customary elven sign of praise.

The shadowlancer had been quiet the entire meeting. It was his way, and the Lady gave it the respect it was due. But she would need him to speak on the matter.

"There may be some answers for you in our travels as well." She offered.


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All the while Lord Valkylin hovered admits the group, giving a nod here, a smile there, and a few ponderous looks in between.
But not a word else wise did the man speak.