Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery, Part II

[Rystil Arden]

"That's one hell of a massage gone wrong."

 

[Bront]

Vasha giggles "Something like that. I use magic for more than just massages though."

As if to demonstrate, Vasha touches a decotitive ceramic stone on the wall, which springs to life with a bright light.

"Sometimes when I'm lonely, I'll use my magic to talk to Puddles."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, not a massage then. What were you guys up to?"

 

[Bront]

"Well... we think we managed to bring back my Father." Vasha says, a big smile comes accross her face at the thought.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You...you can bring back the dead!?"

 

[Bront]

"It's... it's a long story Niilaa, and there were many other things involved... but, I guess in simple terms, that's what we did. I don't think we will be able to do it again though, as it almost killed both me and Alyz."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh...I see...that sounds like maybe dark magic then...I guess."

 

[Bront]

"I don't know Niilaa... it seemed... well, yes, perhaps it was dark." Vasha sighs "I... I just wanted my father back... and I didn't know before that it would be so... well... dark..."

"Niilaa, does this make me a bad person?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I don't know, Vasha...I'm just a slave. I don't understand these kinds of things. I just thought it might be dark since you said it almost killed you two..."

 

[Bront]

"Niilaa, you're more than a slave. You're a thoughtful and caring person." Vasha hugs Niilaa. "But I think you answered my question for me, thank you."