Deliver us from evil (Jaela)

[Corwin]

"Sure. Um." Jaela coughs, trying to regain her equilibrium. "That was in the cards, but can we talk first? I haven't even gotten your name yet, and I wanted to hear the legend behind the ring. You'll return home as soon as I wish you free, right? So I was hoping to satisfy my curiosity before that."

[Anastasia]

"In your language it roughly translates to Prince Westwind," he says, smiling and letting you go.

[Corwin]

"So what happened? I'm sure you just want to go home and all, but you're actually the first djinn that I've met so I'm pretty excited! Where are you from? How did you cross their path?"

[Anastasia]

Prince Westwind sits down and snaps his fingers. Several smaller, humbly dressed djinn appear, bringing trays of fruit and cups of wine. "I ran afoul of the two and to get to the point of it, they subdued me in battle. They forced me into agreeing to that damn ring, little did I know they had one of that quality. The twin's Earth-cursed mother made it for them, all it needed was a noble djinn to submit to it." He grabs a goblet and has a drink, then snaps his fingers again. A comely female djinn appears, taking a tray of grapes and starting to feed them to him.

[Corwin]

"She ran away before we had a chance to fight," Jaela tells him. "Plus, you know, immortals being pretty hard to kill for good. Any chance that terrible family will go after you again?"

[Anastasia]

"If they do, I'm ready," Prince Westwind boasts, "I doubt the twins are dead for good, either. I hope they try, I owe them a reckoning." A few more grapes and then a gulp of wine follow. "Of course, I owe you greatly for all you've done. What do you desire? Treasure? Magic? Power? Ask and it will be granted by the Whirlwind Throne."

[Corwin]

Jaela rubs the back of her head, just underneath her helmet. "I'm actually pretty strong. Obviously." She gestures vaguely about herself. "I also didn't try to keep you hostage here or anything."

She supposes that offers to repay the goodness of Aurora's heart might be expected in this situation, though she should just treat it as any regular donation to the cause.

"Aurora is what we renamed Medicant, and we've got a Crusade going against Hell ever since it occupied our Prime of origin, Lifasa," she decides to educate the noble djinn who was trapped who knows how long by the devil twins. "For me, your friendship is enough. If you'd like to support our Crusade, however, we're always on the lookout for those who wish to stand against Hell."

And to show that there are no strings attached, Jaela follows that up with, "I wish you were freed, Prince Westwind."

[Anastasia]

The ring on your finger grows hot as it crumbles away to ash.

"Free! Free at last!" Prince Westwind laughs, standing up. "I shall return soon. The Whirlwind Throne will hear of your mercy and wisdom, Aurora." Then he's gone, everything he summoned vanishing with him.

[Corwin]

Easy come, easy go? Jaela waves, grinning at the disappearing djinni, before heading back inside. If she freed Annalise, there's really very few she wouldn't give the gift of freedom to-- nevermind that now, she switches gears and fills Elena in on their possible future guests.

[Anastasia]

Elena nods, "Oh, that was nice of you. I'm sure the Triune approves," she says, "So did they say how long they'll be beyond soon?"

[Corwin]

Jaela shrugs, grinning. "It's immortals. Soon might well be next decade. I'm hoping for the next couple of days, though, so if they show up try to save them from braving the entrance and getting exploded?"

[Anastasia]

"Sure, sure," Elena says, "I'll let you know."

Next move?

[Corwin]

Let's give it a couple days while things settle down and Hanna and Candy get healed. If the djinni don't come by then, I'll invite Afina for an outing to beat up an ultraloth.

[Anastasia]

You're all curled up and warm. You're resting against Mirima and blankets are over you. It's not quite sleep or a trance, but your mind is resting and you're recovering from your mental fatigue of the past few days. Besides the occasional snippet of elven song from Mirima, it's quiet in your bedroom.

"Jaela!"

Elena's voice ruins that entirely, "The djinn are here!"

[Corwin]

Jaela can't help herself, she laughs. "I'll be there in ten," she tells Elena, opting for a quick shower as she slips out of bed.