Once the group returns to the fishery and lays the unconscious soldier in one of the many hammocks Dj'hân, who is apparently tireless, curls up in another hammock and pulls Zalara's Harrow deck out of his red cap. Setting his hat aside and resting the oversized cards upright on his tiny chest, the young boy slowly flips through the deck as he familiarizes himself with the colorfully painted cards. He carefully reads aloud each card's name as if practicing his letters:
"The Pal-a-din... The up-ri-sing... The sur-vi-vor... The Moun-tain Man..." I remember long ago, sitting on the end of a pier in the setting sun, looking at this burly fellow. We were friends even then. The young boy smiles sleepily.
A little later, when the others are beginning to think of sleep themselves, the weary urchin's tone of voice changes when he spots another familiar friend amidst the cards.
"The Bear..." He's so funny with a hat just like mine. That's the one Zalara showed me. When was that –that Zalara showed me?... As if suddenly noticing Lamm's small wooden coffer for the first time, the diminutive guttersnipe hefts the deck and slides out of his hammock.
"Oh! Why's it doing that?" Padding over to the closed box, he gingerly flips open its lid and peers appraisingly at the treasures therein.
"Wow."
Sitting down cross-legged next to the coffer Dj'hân sets the deck down and excitedly pulls out the glass vial. He examines it for a moment in wonderment before nodding.
"Uh-huh. Okay." The young halfling nods and, almost casually, flips over the top card of the deck.
"The Brass Dwarf reversed. As brass to flesh, so metal and wood to purest silver. The impervious can thus be made vulnerable for a time."
Setting the vial aside, Dj'hân reaches into the chest and pulls out the flask of oil. Examining it, the boy reaches down and flips over the next card of the deck.
"The Rabbit Prince. Even a dull blade's edge is made keen in his hands."
Setting the flask down in turn, the grimy guttersnipe next pulls out the black crystal shard and flips over a third card.
"The Beating. One by one, more than a score of brutal attacks are launched, unavoidable, against a helpless foe." With that, Dj'hân sets the obsidian wand down.
Dj'hân then begins gathering up the Harrow cards as if nothing unusual had just gone on. Then spotting something else inside the wooden chest, the urchin's eyes grown wide with delight. Reaching inside, he takes up the miniature gold crown and places it upon his small disheveled head. Beaming, the guttersnipe thrusts both small arms up into the air in victory and declares:
"The King is dead. Long live the King!"
