Snippet #2711370

ching, ching
ching, ching

The bells rang once more just as Tir'Ish was about to leave and shortly after Hazarmaveth had already departed. Xyr had come to Shalom, having sensed yet another visit to it from Tir'Ish. He knew about this from the feelings of the champion, almost anxiety driven into fear of the next visit from an unwelcome guest. Not nightmare worthy, not yet. But Xyr would see to what this champion needed. Just that little extra push required. Even if Tir'Ish stays in Shalom it would not deter Xyr from his goal. He settles near the champion, and another book the same as the one he had left in Ertse'gart manifested next to his lap. The two were connected, whereas one would be written in and the other would show the same writing. A way of communication, and perhaps the release of pent up emotions. A penpal, if one were to take it that way. Xyr only whispered into his mind, with feelings instead of words. "Dreams are meant to be shared...." And with that Xyr was away, the only incentive needed now given. He had his own copy of the book and would be watching as things unfolded in time.....