Sense Fog

[Ginrai]

Ginrai follows Phil to the pedestal.

"You know, I'm wondering if it was the crystal we got on our way here.  There's a chance that the Archonae didn't give us their crystal on purpose, not because of whatever 'sin' Mirallia committed."

[Dracos]

Dracos glances over at parthipan.  ~Careful with the tongue, Parthipan.  You never know who is listening.~

Dracos

[Ginrai]

~Ah, true.  Sorry about that.~

[Brian]

No one seems to have overheard, and in short order you reach the oddly shaped pedastal in the courtyard.  Not long after you arrive there, Ekim and Radagast round the corner of the keep, approaching swiftly.  Serril is following behind Ekim, and looks somewhat annoyed.

The courtyard is currently largely deserted, except for a few groups of soldiers inspecting what are apparently 'public access' spears and shields to make sure everything is in good condition.

[Ginrai]

~So do you see anything, Drac?~

[Brian]

Phil looks at the pedastal for a moment.  It takes a bit to be able to discern where the thread is, and only by seeing it earlier would it be possible to find the thing -- this far from Elric, looking for his essence is quite difficult.

But now the thread is visible, even a short distance through the stone around the pedastal.  It heads straight down through the courtyard.

[Dracos]

~Yes.~

"Greetings, Lord Ekim, Loremaster Radagast, and I don't believe I know your name.  Radagast, how do we get to the area below the pedestal?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"Serril Dewer," the lorekeeper says, frowning slightly.

Ekim nods at you courteously.  "Indeed," he says in his rumbling, raspy voice.  "It is good to see you anew."

"You'll need to follow me below the keep," Radagast says.  "This way."  Without waiting for a response, he turns around, stoping stock-still when a surge of guardsmen round the corners of the keep, looking back towards the campsites behind the keep fearfully, and heading straight for the weapons in racks at the edges of the courtyard.

[Dracos]

"What's going on?"  Dracos demands an answer loudly of the guardsmen.

Dracos

[Ginrai]

Ginrai tenses in case any sort of fight breaks out.

[Brian]

The guardsmen are without a leader at the moment, and quickly stream into formation around Phil, saluting as they recognize one of the important players of the last battle.

"Sir!" one barks, saluting clumsily.  "A monster approaches from south of the keep!  I've never seen its like before!"  His words are nearly tripping over one-another in his rush to get them out.

Ekim frowns, and hefts his axe, nodding at Phil.  "We should perhaps look at this, first?" he asks.

Radagast frowns, and shakes his head.  "Only one?  No time, then -- let's see what this is about."

With that, he motions for Phil to follow him and begins marching briskly around the keep.

[Ginrai]

~Timing's very suspicious, Phil.  There's a chance someone noticed us following the thread afterall.~

[Dracos]

"Well then, let's go give this beast a greetings he won't forget soon."

Dracos quickly moves, expecting the guards to follow as he heads swiftly for the southern wall of the keep.

~Of course it is.  But we can't ignore it anyway, suspicious timing or not.~

Dracos

[Ginrai]

~Of course.~  Ginrai sighs and follows the others.

[Brian]

As Parthipan and Phil round the corner of the keep and come out into the area behind it, where everyone is camping, they nearly colide with Bjorn and Nathan.

Phil and Parthipan now move to The Beast.