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Raven Elk answers Adi , saying: "Maybe, instead, we should veer away from the river a bit. Might find bigger game gathered in the glades amid the forest proper."

Raven Elk comes to appreciate the fetish of the Bear and what it implies for himself and how it can help his friends, also, in future events. As he pondered this new aspect of self, he fell into a moment's deep reverie, mere seconds in real time, but, long minutes in his recall --- He was 8...

Raven Elk has had his fill. Slavery, Subterfuge and Indoctrination. What other horrors do these vile zealots have in store? "My friends. The bile in me rises with every disgustingly new act these vile harbingers of deadly zeal concoct."

Tam answers Thallok, "Red, old friend, no matter what you think you see, believe Dewydd, it IS an illusion."

Raven Elk also agrees with Adi's plan. He sure doesn't want to see Mom hurt, nor any of his friend's families.

Raven Elk can keep it from his friends no longer. He tells them about his dreams and how the man who came to Sioliri, who called himself the Sword of Justice, was the very same one in his dreams. He waits upon his friend's counsel.

Tam, hesitates a moment before going through the doorway and onto the sands of the bright desert. Illusion or not, he can't help but squint coming from a torchlit, shadowed hallway, into glaring desert dunes. He looks back toward the door to watch Dewydd enter this so called illusion. He wants...

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Watching everyone just tromping/flying/running down all of these hallways, past and present, ahead of him, Tam mumbles: "What in the Nine Hells am I here for? They surely have no need for a roguish lad like myself. It's a good thing I can kill giants for them otherwise I'm just a tourist here."

Raven Elk makes his strike at an opportune moment and uses Way like he did against the soldiers.

"Well, then," Tam says, maybe with a bit more bravado than bravery, "Then, like the first time, I should lead. I will trust my skills more and be a bit more expeditious than the first hallway." He then grabs his rapier with one hand and his new acquisition, Darkfang, with the other and heads...

"Adi may be right." Raven Elk thinks, "I'm getting tired of this Inconsiderate and mean old fart." Raven Elk readies himself for what comes next.

"And," Raven Elk interjects, "if all you do is make armor, what do you 'trade' other than said armor for the hides? Again...And...if that is the case, who are you armoring, and to what purpose?"

Raven Elk not expecting any physical attacks, only the continuous stream of verbal ones, still grips his spear, ready for any sudden "surprises".

"So, you're saying it's a general? --- or a regent?" Tam says, as if talking to himself but loud enough for those closest to him to hear. He then speaks a bit louder for all to hear, "Or is it simply a leader, any leader, in general?...pardon the pun."

Tam shrugs. "Sure, Friend Sylvar." Tam pulls the dagger out from the boot sheath and hands it over to Sylvar, handle first. "Here ya go. It looks pretty cool."

Tam likes what he sees about the dagger. It is finely crafted, for certes. The handle proves its heft and balance. The runes are lovely to behold. Though Tam doesn't have a belt sheath that fits the shape of the dagger, he has a sheath in his boot that was designed to fit any type blade up to...

Tam, not one to back down in a verbal game of Tit for Tat, jabs: "Alright, you over glorified hunk of tin; yes, you're probably right about the keys, but I, too, already guessed that --- which, is why the 'presumed' legitimate key is going in my tools pouch while these others are going in my...

Raven Elk agrees with the plan, saying: "Good idea. It seems this may be an operation that has been going on for some time, even before this business with the Temple soldiers." he pauses but a moment, "It would be most beneficial to find out which side they are allied to now."

Raven Elk comes back to his friends who are still talking with the elders of the village. "From what I've seen of these folk, brothers, this could be a valuable trading partner for Outpost. They seem eager, friendly, and maybe a bit innocent, though not naive, I'll bet. Much could be gained...