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[indent][color=lightgray] Quite a bit happened before Shirik's eyes. They brushed off Kareet's comment about their ability to cook, since that was a conversation for another time. Vigdis and Kareet swapped intellectual subjects back and forth about Kanth-Aremek and Earth, as well as numbers and eventually life magic itself. Shirik had half a mind to jut in and bring up how those in the Myriad were some of the best life mages in this world, but they both seemed to be so enraptured in their discussion that Shirik kept silent and just observed, silent as a tree... An immobile one, at that.

When Kerchak came over and started talking about it, though, Shirik watched with more attention. Being in their condition, Shirik couldn't benefit from life magic- One could not heal what was already dead and laden with ash. Kareet's hand withered and died, just before she withdrew a knife and removed it. The sight was distasteful at best, Shirik remembered a time when losing a limb wasn't so inconsequential. Ixtaro ran off, but charged back over to help Kareet. Understandably so, only to find that Kerchak had regrown it for Kareet.

[color=d68300]"When I was as young as all of you, we were quite "attached" to our hands."[/color] That was what passed as a joke for Shirik. [color=d68300]"Worry not, Ixtaro. We live in a world where horrific injuries are not an instant death sentence. Or even a life-changing experience. I once saw a man regrow over half of his body after a wild beast attempted to eat him alive. He knit his own flesh and feathers back over the course of an hour, all while-"[/color] Shirik was interrupted- rather rudely, in fact- by the horn of the Warden. If a scarred Iriad could make facial expressions like humans, theirs would be one of annoyance. Shirik looked into the distance and saw Silbermine and Zeynap talking. Neither of them seemed particularly relaxed.

[color=d68300]"And I thought today would be simple. A feast between new friends and a mocking of a noble lord. But alas, today just [i]had[/i] to be the day when [i]she[/i] appears. If you three will excuse me, I'm going to see what this is about. There is more fish by the fire if anyone is still hungry,"[/color] Shirik said as they politely, yet abruptly excused themself from the discussion. Their first thought was the swing by Nellara's fancy tent. They walked down the grassy hill to where she and her soldiers were stationed. If the Tekeri were spooked, they didn't seem to catch Shirik's attention.

Brashly, Shirik poked their flaming, yet hooded head through the flaps and intruded on whatever the Castigator was doing. [color=d68300]"If you didn't hear the hideous fanfare just now, the Warden has elected to grace us all with her presence, and I assume you wish to meet her-"[/color] Shirik craned their head around and saw the big man himself everyone hyped up recently. [color=d68300]"General,"[/color] they greeted him, having not forgotten the tact of rank even after so long. Closing the flap behind them and leaning on their staff, they continued. [color=d68300]"I just saw everyone's favorite Mythadian lord talking with Zeynap as the horn sounded. He likely patronized the Warden to her, and I don't imagine she'll be incredibly pleased to have [i]more[/i] guests outside their vessel."[/color]

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