HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Tsk... tsk... tsk... Young Jareth," Emma says in his thoughts. "You weren't listing to the story. About how Vester's Reavers used the catacombs to escape pursuit. How they could enter a cave on this side of Vester's Realm and end up miles away."
The feeling of the voice seems to have lost some of it's cheerfulness as it continues. "I offered you a way through the lands unmolested and hands to help you free this Tharivol, all you needed do is agree to in return is help Malaroc. Before, after it makes little difference as it will take time to search and the more searchers the faster it should be. But you wish to go your own way, so be it. I can respect that although it doesn't help either of us. And you need my help more than you know."
"But you may sit there and wait for your Martomum to free you, if he can and, then allow you to go into the elven lands, if he will. While I help Malaroc and those who chose to go with him across the river tonight, and they will be well on there way to seek what Vester stole and I think to also free this Tharivol."
Emma is silent a moment.
"Yes now that I think on it, Malaroc please take whoever goes with you and free this Tharivol first. He may be helpful in finding the artifact and you need to start somewhere."
Then a chuckling is heard by all those who are linked together, it grows and turns into laughter and when it is finished Emma says through more chuckling, "A race it is then, first one to Tharivol wins. Ready...set...go!"
The laughter becomes grand and everyone can hear the sounds (outside their heads) of something large rolling around on the ground not far from the wayhouse.
The feeling of the voice seems to have lost some of it's cheerfulness as it continues. "I offered you a way through the lands unmolested and hands to help you free this Tharivol, all you needed do is agree to in return is help Malaroc. Before, after it makes little difference as it will take time to search and the more searchers the faster it should be. But you wish to go your own way, so be it. I can respect that although it doesn't help either of us. And you need my help more than you know."
"But you may sit there and wait for your Martomum to free you, if he can and, then allow you to go into the elven lands, if he will. While I help Malaroc and those who chose to go with him across the river tonight, and they will be well on there way to seek what Vester stole and I think to also free this Tharivol."
Emma is silent a moment.
"Yes now that I think on it, Malaroc please take whoever goes with you and free this Tharivol first. He may be helpful in finding the artifact and you need to start somewhere."
Then a chuckling is heard by all those who are linked together, it grows and turns into laughter and when it is finished Emma says through more chuckling, "A race it is then, first one to Tharivol wins. Ready...set...go!"
The laughter becomes grand and everyone can hear the sounds (outside their heads) of something large rolling around on the ground not far from the wayhouse.