Destiny's Tears: Zykovian's Sidetrack

[Keia]

Zykovian nodded in agreement to Amity's interpretation of the brutality of it all. "A praetorian arcane perfectionist that has issues with the Mojiin for some reason," Zykovian replied. "The difficulty is determining how to use it against her."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No doubt true...of course, that isn't something I'd like to dwell on too deeply. Killing and such things just make me shudder. I'd tell you to ask Abdiel, but he appears to have checked out. His friend Mhrazhar too."

 

[Keia]

"Yes, I thought of asking them as well . . . ah well . . . looks like I missed them," Zykovian replied. "Thanks for your help and company, Amity, not to mention the excellent jhirberry pie."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Don't mention it, my friend. Come back soon and I can get you some more whenever you like. Have a great last day at the Convocation, and I hope you can solve this case, both for you and for the Mojiin's sakes."

 

[Keia]

"I hope so too, you've been a great help," Zykovian replied. He followed Amity out of the private room, and gave a final look through the common rooms for Eloquence before checking the time and deciding whether he should head up and visit with Molpe.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Eloquence still doesn't seem to be there. Since it is verging on halfway between midnight and dawn, it is probably a bit late to pay Molpe a call.*

 

[Keia]

Zykovian decided to call it a night and head back to his flat.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Zykovian returns to his flat again. Lyveria is still recharging--at least by the time he wakes up, she will most certainly be at full power.*

 

[Keia]

Zykovian locked down his flat and unbundled a bit of his gear. He looked sadly at his coin purse - it was an expensive evening, and though he had the funds, he was hoping to secure his flat for a while longer. Finally, only dressed in clothes without weapons and gear, Zykovian looked about the room.

Remembering Lyveria's request, Zykovian awakened Lyveria with a gentle kiss on the lips.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Lyveria smiles and stirs awake.*

"Good...well I guess it's morning yet, Zyk. How was your evening with Molpe?"