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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sodalis" data-source="post: 262557" data-attributes="member: 1791">Khadyan:As you wander the streets, pondering Raynorm's next move, you are struck with the quietness of the streets. People have closed shop and have retired for the evening.  The winds have picked up and is blowing the leaves about the barren pathways. You hear nothing but the celebration from inside the palace.But off in the distance, you see a strange figure, banging on the doors of local shop owners.  He screams and yelps as he forces people to open their doors, and do business with him.  From your standpoint, you cannot make out the details, but the man stands some seven feet tall- and shroud in green clothes- completely covering his entire figure.  His voice is coarse and and broken.  The door slowly opens, and they exchange words.  After a short exchange, the large man gets what he wants (wrapped as a package) and moves to next shop.Vriseya:The mystics do not look at you, but cotinue at what they are doing.  As they hold up the "venerable one", you notice immediately the blank expression on their faces. Their eyes, glassy and emotionless.  Their breathing is uniform, and their actions are not very fluid.  They pass right by you and over to the king.  In a soft, lazy voice, they speak, "We are extremely tired, and we have a long trip ahead of us.  We will retire to our quarters."  The king beggs them to stay for the celebration, but they turn him down.  He shrugs it off and has two guards escort them to their rooms.  Still smiling, he turns to his two favorite sons- "My boys... " as he gives them a big bear hug, "tomorrow will be a great day for you both..."Then he walks over to Vriseya, "your presence here was greatly appreciated, but no longer necessary.  If you wish, you may stay for the late night festivities.  I have a room that may suit your fancy.  I must apologize for being such an ungraceous host, but thi sis such a joyous occsion that i cannot be bogged down with such duties.  Please, you are welcome to do as you please... I trust in your fair judgement."He turns to the court, and yells out... and the court reciprocates with its own roar of congratulation...</blockquote>

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