Crystal hunt

[Anastasia]

"Would you prefer marching orders?" Ellonar says, "Archons are good at those."

[Yuthirin]

'Hard pass.'

[Anastasia]

"Then...may you and yours find your path ahead," Ellonar says, stepping ahead and gone, leaving you with your thoughts and revelations.

[Yuthirin]

'Well. There you have it, folks. Do what we will. That's our answer.' Tryll says.

[Anastasia]

Gytha is silent a time, 'Then we do as we can and as we must,' he says, 'Our gift is our own will.'

Thorajin considers it as well before, 'Then has anything changed, besides a future?'

[Yuthirin]

'Not really.' Tryll replies to Thorajin. 'We do as we have been, I suppose. Or change, if we like. As long as our race grows, I don't think we have any other directives.'

[Anastasia]

'Then....to tomorrow,' Gytha says and from there...

Anything else to do here?

[Yuthirin]

I guess not!

[Anastasia]

Okay then, what's your next move now that you're done with this particular adventure?

[Yuthirin]

We never did finish up working on that psionic grimoire that decided it wanted an elf name or whatever. I need its secrets inside of me.

[Anastasia]

Sure.

Returning home, you return to your previous work, which...

Go ahead and set yourself up and your approach here and I'll roll with it.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh flies in and immediately starts yelling, "BOOOOOKIE WHERE YOU AT!?"

[Anastasia]

Perhaps surprisingly, this nets no reaction that Tryll can discern.

[Yuthirin]

'Well that's probably not good. Wasn't the book here when we left?'

[Anastasia]

The tome is here, it's just not reacting.