[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	The shadow tried different methods of communicating. The prince seemed to understand, but Cedar was annoyingly cautious. To be fair, there were a lot of unknowns that suddenly appeared, and many of them were more capable than the party. Once the soft glow of the enchanted arrow approached the shadow’s form, it slowly faded as it ducked down into the shade cast by the prince’s figure. No longer seen, whatever happened next depended on how Matilda and Jazdia was to react to Cedar’s pet plan.

	Upstairs, Solomon had not much else to say. Jazdia was not as willing to forgive and forget as she had led the group to believe. Still through, Solomon hoped his words would still carry some weight on the mind of Silas. If war was to break out between Meche and Kindeance, or even just enough of a dispute to dethrone the king, there would be consequences. Whatever Silas’ father had planned for his lordship, his rule, for the country, he may enjoy the initial victory, but the long term may lead the family distraught. Hopefully, Silas would now consider his plans more carefully.

	“Well now, Petra. You can return to the earth or adventure with us a bit more. I’ll allow you this choice. Just know, that I expect your further cooperation should the need arise.” said Solomon. Jazdia and Matilda had entered the cellar, Silas’ company had left to help the townsfolk, and Chounan was conversing with Yvonne. This gave Solomon an opportunity to organize. He already had finished with his possessions, so a roll call was now in order. He knew for sure that Bartholomew, August, Violet, and his various skeletons and shadows had been destroyed. Their souls, the means in which they could rise again were at rest, perfectly persevered,  bound between the pages of the large death tome strapped safely with Solomon. What remained was Petra, and several shadows.

	“I do not like you.” said Petra coldly.  She turned her head to face Solomon, but otherwise did not move from her spot by the stairwell. Likewise, her arms remained cross and her face was still frowning.

	“And yet you trusted me with your being.” replied Solomon, interrupting the half spectral and bodied mage. She rolled her eyes.

	“That isn’t important anymore. I…” she gave a pause, finally letting her arms fall to her sides. “I want to remain out here. I might not be able to feel the warmth of the sun, but I still wish to bask in the light even if it should burn me.”

	“Very well.” Solomon looked about the room again. He expected the other’s to have come back from the cellar by now. He was curious as to what was holding them. He then turned back to Petra.

	“Speaking of light.” Solomon spoke softly to himself. With a few imperceptible words from his mouth, he called for the other four shadows still at Pesti. Since they had some time for the moment, they should arrive before the party’s next departure. At full speed, the shadows could easily cover the distance between to two towns in the matter of minutes. Solomon expected a brief update on the state of Pesti, the mercenary group that was there, and any other potential call to action the town might have made. Since none of them had come to give warning, he didn’t expect anything worrying, but an update may shed some light on Silas’ motivation.