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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zurai" data-source="post: 3930689" data-attributes="member: 52324">Pantheras looks troubled, but only says, "The spirits move in mysterious ways. Perhaps it was a warning that this blade will be needed; perhaps it was a warning that this blade will bring doom. Perhaps it was even nothing more than the wind down your back. I cannot tell you."[sblock=Enko OOC]I'll give you a break and say Pantheras didn't overhear your question or her response, being too busy talking about the steel sword <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />[/sblock]Artemisia's eyes flash with anger as she glares at Enko. "What I confided to you and specifically said I did not want to talk to Pantheras about?" she hisses. "No, I don't really think that is alright."She turns away from Enko, her shoulders stiff, and addresses Ryon and Thane. "I agree that going straight through the forest would probably be wisest. Not because we know what's there already - no one's been that deep in the forest - but because it's the quickest route. All of the routes will take us through untold miles of uncharted territory, each with its own danger. The less time we spend in unknown lands, the safer we'll be."Sotera responds in a teasing voice, "Who says the river is unknown? I can provide a map of its entire course and the lands it moves through. I can't help with what lies beyond the river's banks, though." She closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. "Sslish verash quoirashs veliashs, yss juroshk, yss deliash..." As she chants the words to her spell, she takes a small waterskin from her belt and spills the water onto the council table. As her cadence picks up, the water seperates out into dozens of individual droplets and each begins to jump around as if it were a drop of grease on a griddle. When she reaches the crescendo of the spell, a look of sheer joy on her face, the droplets twist and expand, and the table is covered with hundreds of tiny, animated waves, similar to the ones that escorted her into the council building earlier.The spell completed, she removes a long, narrow leather strip and a vial of black dye from a pouch at her side. She stretches the leather out onto the table, then pours the dye out next to it. Immediately, the wavelets converge on the inky mess, soaking up all the dye. She lowers her head and quietly asks a question to the wavelets, and they begin to dance and cavort across the leather strip. In a matter of seconds, the dye has been spread out in thin trails and curls that clearly show the Spiritwash River's path north from Cuirlen, as well as a limited amount of detail of the river's shore. At the far north end of the river, it opens out into a wide basin, which the wavelets seem disinclined to map out fully.Once they fulfill Sotera's request, the wavelets surge towards her, and she laughs and stretches her hand out. They climb up her arm and over and across her body, quickly drenching her. She smiles at the group, obviously not the slightest bit concerned either with being wet or being a playground for such odd creatures, and pushes the leather strip closer so that it may be examined in detail. Of note is the fact that there are no mountains indicated anywhere along the river.</blockquote>

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