Moonday Noon, Fireseek 10, 591 Common Year

The day is finally clear with some moderate breezes from the north. It is otherwise quite comfortable. Around noon, Ragnbjorn and Captain Olnut make their final preparations to cast off and head back to Westkeep. Newt is given the two bronze daggers from the equipment taken from the Deathwalkers and the rest of the take is packed up and locked in the Captain’s cabin. Vaskez and Hex are also to return with Ragnbjorn, to help watch over Ailil.

Before they leave, Ragnbjorn gathers Fingol, the Marinus brothers, Sergeant Apone, and Gar together in the Circle of Honor. No one else is about, though Chief Rahk and his lizardfolk warriors are sunning themselves on the riverbank.

“I want to have one last talk with you all before I leave. I think everyone’s role needs to be clarified. I want to make sure there are no misunderstandings are bad feelings among you, because your lives will depend on each other.

“Father Gar, I will begin with you. Your people owe the King, and thus the Prince their fealty. However, we do recognize that you are not here on a mission for the King, nor are you under the command of the King’s Rangers or any other military unit. You are here on the business of the Great Druidess, and she has our respect. Please do her honor in your dealings with the lizardfolk and the forces under the command of the Prince. So far you have shown yourself to be indispensable to the success of this mission. If not for you, our boat would have burned down and we would have been overcome by the Deathwalkers on the river. You were also instrumental in the exposure of Ailil and his plots. I trust that we will be able to continue to rely upon your aid in combating the forces of evil who are trying to disrupt the natural order for their own selfish ends.

“Sir Fingol… son… As a father I am very proud of what you have accomplished so far. You have learned the Draconian language of the lizardfolk, uncovered the plotting of Ailil, and have forged an alliance with Chief Rahk in combating a common enemy. Fatherly feelings aside, I believe the Prince was right in entrusting you with the mission to find a way to forge a treaty with the lizardfolk that will be just and fair to all sides. That has yet to be done, but you are on the right path I think. I will just caution you not to rush things, and to remember to consider everyone’s needs and feelings – which are not the same thing. I know you would rather keep to yourself and lose yourself in the wilds, but if you continue to learn and train yourself I think you will find that you will do far greater good in bringing people together to maintain the common good for all who live in these lands.

“Sir Indranil, you are one of the finest and most professional of all the young rangers I have had the honor to work with, as I was telling Father Gar earlier. You have survived great perils with your brother and I these many months, and here in the marshes again you have proven your leadership ability and combat prowess. I have no qualms about leaving you in command of the Keoland forces. Please remember, however, that these forces are in the service of Sir Fingol’s diplomacy. Let him have the final decision as to whether military action is warranted, but when it is you will have full command and full responsibility.” He grins, “Oh, and for some reason it seems like the bad guys like ganging up on you in hand-to-hand combat. You really should avoid that kind of thing. Let the others have their fair share.”

“Sir Lorindel, you are a credit to the King’s Scout Corp. Your bow is as deadly as that of any ranger, even of any elven ranger. I have relied upon you these past months as much as I have on your brother. I cannot imagine a more effective or deadly team as the two of you make. I leave you as second-in-command of the military side of this venture. Please support your brother well as you have done.”

Lorindel nods his acknowledgement to Ragnbjorn.

Ragnbjorn continues, “Sergeant Apone, your men have served admirably these past few days. I do not hold Noch’s treachery against you or your men, and when he was uncovered your men (and women) were quick to take him down. I will make a full report to the Prince that will do credit to you and to your loyal troops. I am leaving you and your unit under the command of Sir Indranil. This will be a very dangerous mission, but I know that you and your troops will perform as admirably as they have so far. I would in particular like to commend Rain and Aramek who proved their value on their trip to Newt’s home. Those two have unique talents that I believe Sir Indranil should take full advantage of so please see that they are able to do so. As for Newt, I thank you for letting her stay with Rain and train with your unit. I do not know if she is meant to be a woman-at-arms, but apparently she can fight creditably with the right weapons and she may have knowledge that will be necessary for the ultimate fulfillment of your mission. In the meantime, keep her safe and make sure she does not get in the way.

“Now, before I leave, is there anything any of you would like say? Questions? Comments? Answers?”

Fingol holds his thoughts until he can speak with his father privately.

“Thank you, milord. I will continue to serve the Great Druidess and His Highness with honor,” responds Gar.

“It shall be as you order Sir Ragnbjorn,” Indranil states and bows low. 

“In all things we are here to support Sir Fingol’s mission of diplomacy,” continues Indranil. “This war party as another thread in that effort because the lizardfolk respect strength and honor through conquest. I hope to acquit ourselves well in that effort. Ridding the Hool of more Deathwalkers in the process is a nice benefit.

“And, while Father Gar is promoting Sir Fingol’s mission and aiding in combating the forces of evil he is most welcome to journey and camp with us. As you stated his aid and company have been most valuable so far and I deeply appreciate it.”

While Indranil speaks about him, Gar remains motionless. However the faintest beginning of a smile may be seen at the corner of Gar’s mouth.

Ragnbjorn ends the meeting saying, “Very good gentlemen. I wish you luck and look forward to seeing you all again in a week or so.” He salutes and walks off.

Fingol walks after him to speak with his father alone one last time before he leaves. “Thank you for your thoughts, and all that you have done for us.” Fingol begins, “I was wrong not to patrol with you before. I am glad I had the chance to serve with you, and look forward to doing so in the future.”

“Thank you son,” Ragnbjorn says warmly. “I am glad that we had this chance to go on a mission together. I can’t tell you how astounded and yet proud I was when Prince Prospero told me that he had asked you to do this. So far you have been doing a fine job, but remember to be patient. You can’t solve all the world’s problems in a day.” He smiles.

Ragnbjorn looks around to be sure they are indeed alone, and then he says, “Before I leave, I want you to know something I’ve been concerned about. When I was last with the Malarat tribe they had a shaman named G’ruk. I haven’t seen either him or any of his acolytes around. Nor has Chief Rahk said anything about their absence. For a tribe to be without its shamans, esp. when they are on the warpath like they are now against the Deathwalkers, is a pretty dire thing. Either their shamans were wiped out or… well… let’s just say that G’ruk was no more in favor of cooperating with humans than Ailil is in favor of cooperating with lizardfolk. Usually the shamans in a lizardfolk tribe always support their chief, but it is possible that the shaman has left with those who agreed with his way of seeing things and were upset that Chief Rahk allowed King Skotti into the marshes, even if it was to cast out the Scarlet Brotherhood. Keep your eyes opened for G’ruk or anything that might indicate what happened to him or what he is up to.

“Other than that, I don’t know what else to tell you that you don’t already know. I already told you about Rain. She works for the Prince more directly than any of you, so leave her to her own business and I’m sure she will continue to be as discreet as she has been. And remember that you don’t know about her, so don’t let on to her that you do. I told you more than I should have about her, but as I said before, I don’t want you to accidentally run afoul of the court.

“I’ve noticed that she is always hanging about with Aramek. As far as I know he is not in on any of these courtly intrigues, but don’t assume anything. Also, if he is as he presents himself – a fledgling sorcerer, you are going to need to keep him protected. It may be some time before he comes into his full power, but when he does it will be quite a fearful thing. Thankfully he seems a simple and good-hearted lad.

“You’ve seen what Sir Indranil and his brother are like. I’d trust them with my life and already have many times. Sir Indranil can be quite touchy about his honor and good discipline though, but also very forgiving. His brother Sir Lorindel is a bit more shadowy. He hangs back and supports his brother, both in social situations and in combat, but that is where he is most useful.

“As for Father Gar, I don’t envy you that burden. The druids and clerics of Obad-Hai are a strange lot. They are either indifferent to civilization or else they are like the weather – constantly in motion, sometimes shining down upon all like the sun and sometimes raging like a sudden lightning storm, or in Gar’s case a flash fire. Remember that Obad-Hai is not exactly a benevolent deity, not like Ehlonna.”

Ragnbjorn sighs, “And then there is Newt, our little mystery girl. She seems like an innocent in all this, and maybe she is. On the other hand, it seems evident that her parents were far more than simple peasants and were probably hiding from something or someone back in the Yeomanry. Newt is either a magical being of some sort or has had some kind of spell placed on her. She may not know it herself, or if she does than she is very good at hiding what she knows. If she is keeping something back is it out of malice or out of fear? I know I don’t need to tell you to keep a careful watch. I’d rather take her back with me, but I suspect Gar’s dreams should be heeded. Better if she is out here where you can find out what her story is and perhaps give her the chance to lead you all to this lost city.”

Ragnbjorn smiles again and holds out his hand to Fingol, but then as they clasp hands he reaches out with his other hand and embraces his son firmly. “You keep yourself safe, safe as you can under the circumstances. You better be hear when I get back, or soon after.” He pulls back, salutes, and goes back to the boat.

Fingol is too choked up to say anything more. 

Adelina lumbers towards Indranil in her leather armor and pack and asks, “Sir Indranil, may I ask a question? You see, milord, I was preparing my pack for the trip and it’s just ever so heavy!” She looks a bit embarrassed. ”Well, for one of my size. I’ve made all the adjustments I can, save one. Would it be acceptable for me to leave the leather armor behind? I’m certain that doing so would allow me to march more swiftly and even fight better, being less encumbered. I’d leave it easily, I see everyone else in armor of some kind, so I thought I should check with you.”

Working hard to appear stern, Indranil says to Adelina, “No, you may not leave your armor. You are a liability without armor. You wanted to join our company on this war mission so get in line trooper and stop whining or get on the boat before it leaves.”

“Yes, milord” she replies, clearly disappointed, yet not surprised by Sir Indranil’s answer. She makes some quick adjustments to her load, keeping the leather armor on, and heads back to the where the other squad members are mustering.

Indranil turns away and walks over to Lorindel. He faces away from Newt so she can’t see his face and he looks at Lorindel with a grin and wink. Then whispers, “”Let’s keep an eye on her to make sure she keeps up and stays hydrated. After a few days march she will be fine. Heh heh heh welcome to the soldiers life, eh brother!”

“True words, Indranil,” chuckles back Lorindel.

Fingol sees Newt staggering around under the weight of her over stuffed backpack and takes pity on her. Shrugging off his pack, he gives her the trail bars and takes a week’s worth of rations from the ship’s supplies.

“Here kid, you won’t have to carry around those heavy rations with these. One a day should suffice for you.” Damn, he thinks…  I’m all out of trail bars now and who knows when I’ll be fighting more assassins!

“Thank you, milord” says Newt gratefully. ”You are very kind. And I won’t eat these. I just need some help carrying things, so I’ll eat the regular rations – unless you prefer them, milord.”

“Well, I am afraid that I won’t be traveling with you, at least not every day. I’ll be marching with the lizardfolk’s leader, Chief Rahk. So you eat those, or trade them, or whatever you prefer.” Fingol says as he hefts his pack now bulging with the week’s rations, “A week of nothing but trail bars might become tiresome. I imagine we’ll all be looking forward to a good supper back at Westkeep soon enough. I hope I can get you back safe and sound to enjoy one – with your mom & dad too!” 

After a few hours nap Rain wakes and eats a late dinner. She then begins to sort her belongings for the trip ahead.

Finding Newt she says, “Hey Newt, I see that shortsword I gave you may not be as useful as I first thought. Want to trade it for a dagger? You never can have enough daggers.”

“Sure, Rain. I was actually afraid that sword would be more likely to hurt me than anyone else, but I can handle a dagger much better. Thanks.”

Just before they all leave, Fingol pulls Sir Indranil and Sir Lorindel aside. “Gentlemen, don’t forget that Chief Rahk is travelling without his shaman. At some point, we may meet up with lizardfolk who are opposed to Chief Rahk’s leadership. You’ll need to exercise your good judgment, but I would avoid taking sides in an internal dispute if possible.”

“Wonderful,” Indranil replies as he rolls his eyes.

Moonday Morning, Fireseek 10, 591 Common Year

When Rain is awakened for her watch shift, she awakens Newt as well in an even, neutral voice, “Newt, wake up. Time for our watch shift. Besides, whatever you may think I was trying to do last night, you and I are still tied together for the time being. I’ll meet you on deck.” Without giving Newt time to say anything, Rain heads topside.

Newt gets up quickly and dons her leather armor and heads after Rain.

In the quiet of the morning Newt approaches Rain and says, awkwardly, “Rain… I’m sorry. I overreacted last night.”

Rain returns a warm smile and says, “Don’t worry about it Newt, I know how it feels to give up a secret before you feel safe doing so. Keep what you need to yourself, but don’t be afraid to trust us.”

The awkward quietness of the morning drags on a while until Newt asks quietly (so as not to disturb any of those lucky enough to be asleep still), “So, this ‘watch’ thing? How does it work? Just keep your eyes and ears open?”

“Yah, that is pretty much it. Keep your eyes open and stay alert. Keep talk to an absolute minimum and when you have a chance try to pick up some of those ranger signals Indranil uses. For now, go ahead and stay around here with me.”

With that, Rain sobers a bit and begins to scan what she sees around her.

Newt also turns her attention to scanning the darkness, keeping talk to a minimum (none) as instructed.

Gar’s awakens around dawn. He goes up top and sits by the bow for his morning meditation upon the five elements. After his meditation, he practices his tumbling exercises up and down the full length of the boat. Afterwards Gar seeks out Indranil.

“Milord, may I have a word with you? After the events of the last few days, I would like to check to see if there is any more undetected evil on board, both amongst our comrades and the booty. I’m tired of surprises like that. Will you accompany me?

“Father Gar, is your spell a passive or active one?” Indranil asks. “Is coercion involved in any way? I am not going to allow any searching of people, possessions and their private quarters without due cause and or their permission simply to satisfy curiosity.”

“It is a passive spell, Sir Indranil,” replies Gar. “All I need to do is wander around maintaining a meditative state and look at everyone’s aura. I don’t need your permission to see what may be seen. I simply thought you would be curious about the results. It will also tell us if there is evil magic in any of the booty we have found. Don’t you think it is better to know that now, before we are out in the field? Full permission and due cause are fine requirements for any possible follow up actions. Shall we proceed?”

“Why Father Gar, unless you plan to sleep, eat, march, and fight with the lizard people and then walk back to Westkeep you are operating under a great misapprehension if you think you do not need my permission. And, may I remind you that you just asked for my help to keep distractions away from you. As commander of this war party, I am responsible for the good order and discipline of this mission and those under my command. I will not tolerate anything, any action or any person that I believe erodes or deteriorates that good order because that could jeopardize all our safety and effectiveness. I believe having them subject to some sort of magical scrying to determine their hidden intentions with nothing more to go on than your own ‘curiosity’ is a grievous violation of their rights as a free people and will anger them as well as spread seeds of distrust. Aramek has already magically viewed the booty and found nothing of evil, so there is no need for you to do it again. Several of our party suspected something amiss with Noch and Ailill which ultimately proved to be true. No one – so far – has voiced any concerns about anyone else in this party or the captain’s crew. In fact when I voiced concern at the beginning of this journey I was told that the Prince himself had vouchsafed the captain.

“Father Gar, you try my patience at almost every turn and I grow weary of your antics directed to provoke me and create drama around you. You came along on the diplomatic portion of this expedition as the ambassador of the Great Druidess. The diplomatic portion of the mission is over. I am under no obligation to suffer your presence as a member of our war party. You have three choices: 1) you may choose to join the lizard people, 2) You may return to Westkeep with Sir Ragnbjorn or 3) you remain with us if you agree to follow orders and not provoke people.

“This conversation is highly unfortunate in that you have forced me to be so direct with you. I had hoped that you would voluntarily be a positive member of the party and valuable ally in our quest. But saying you do not need my permission to do something which I believe will compromise the good order and discipline of this mission forces my hand.

“There are several things I had wanted your help with of which I planned to speak with you about this morning. But I leave the final decision up to you. If you remain with us then I expect to respect the orders of the officers of this war party.”

Gar blinks but is otherwise impassive. He responds evenly, “You are the undisputed chief of human military operations, milord, for this one expedition. In this I will agree and follow your orders. Sir Fingol is in charge of all negotiations with the lizardfolk. If I am under anyone’s orders, it is he, milord, not you.”

Gar pauses, purses his lips with his right forefinger. “Even the His Highness the Prince did not consider me under his orders. How dare you, a petty squadron leader on his first gig.” Gar turns on his heels and walks out to find Ragnbjorn on the bow.

Indranil sighs and shakes his head. He gets up to go find Fingol and Lorindel on the stern to advise them of this disturbing turn of events.

Rain, seeing the dispute and then noting that Gar is heading over to speak with Ragnbjorn says very quietly, “Uh Newt… I’ll be right back.” Rain gets herself into a position in the deckhouse where she can overhear Gar and Ragnbjorn without being observed.

As soon as Rain walks away, Xalakae casually moves to the other end of the deckhouse where she can overhear Indranil’s conversation on the stern with Fingol and Lorindel as he tells them about his troubling conversation with Gar. As s/he does this s/he worries a bit about the group. Newt blew up at Rain last night, and now Father Gar and Indranil are arguing. This can’t bode well. How will they all get along?

 Xalakae realizes that Indranil’s objections to scrying very much apply to hiers attempts to read their minds. Uh oh. It’s not surprising that he feels that way, but I’d better be extra careful now that Gar is going around making people extra-sensitive to such things. Nevertheless, s/he continues eavesdropping.

Indranil concludes, “I wanted you two to know of this conversation as it deeply troubles me. I agree Father Gar can be of great value but his unusual sensibilities concern me and I do not fully trust his intentions. I ask you to please exercise care when dealing with him.”

“That Gar is an odd one indeed, but do you think he would actively work against us?  Against the crown?” questions Lorindel.

“I think Father Gar will do whatever is in his interests at any given time. As long as those align with ours then we will be fine. But that is why I ask you both to be cautious as there may be a time when those two things are at odds and I would not want us surprised. I simply do not think we can take Father Gar for granted. He will always be a wild card.”

“Still though, brother, perhaps his desire to detect evil was warranted,” adds Lorindel. “First Noch, then the duel with Ragnbjorn… Might it be a necessary precaution? I guess the risk is if we could trust his words once he’s completed the spell. I will do as you say. I will maintain my guard with the Father,” Lorindel concludes.

Fingol responds, “Sir Indranil, I think you were wise in this. It is a temptation to overreact to the events of the past days. But our company is still owed respect. And I think Father Gar is vulnerable to the temptations of evil. I neglected to include something in my report of the confrontation with Ailil. When my father accused Ailil of conspiracy to commit murder, Father Gar cut Ailil with a dagger to coerce a confession from him. Further, Father Gar ate the dishes the lizardfolk prepared despite the concern that they contained human flesh. Furthermore he played with and made jokes about Ailil’s severed hand. I am certain you heard rumor of all this, I try to avoid repeating stories which might become rumor or malign a peer. However, I feel the need to emphasize it here to illustrate how extreme his behavior has become.”

Fingol drops his head a bit, “Sometimes Father Gar can be so entertaining that I forget his darker impulses. I share your concerns though. Indeed it is partly why I want to travel with the Chief. I think Father Gar is swayed by the lizardfolk, and tries to ‘outdo’ their primitivism.”

“I have no desire to be a king, prince, or petty potentate,” says Indranil, “That is one reason I so love the Ranger Corps. Rangers are more a brethren of equals than a regular army company. But at the same time, we must function with trust and strong morale as a single unit. This mission is no mere search and destroy mission; it is fraught with nuances and hidden complications of the diplomatic mission and the political intrigues of the Scarlet Brotherhood as well as the risks of attacking the Deathwalker temple and travelling through the Hool. We will need every bit of wit, skill, and blessing from our patrons to survive. I do not want to have everyone looking over their shoulders at each other suspecting a traitor in our midst. I heard about a country once wherein the king required a special officer in each unit whose only function was assessing and testing the troop’s loyalty. That country collapsed under the weight of inefficiency, corruption, and mistrust.

“The other conversation I had with Father Gar yesterday evening I wanted to tell you both about which bothered me was Father Gar advising me that each evening when he returned from travelling with Chief Rahk he would relay ‘any information’ he thought I would like to or need to know. When I asked him if he planned to do the same ‘service’ for Chief Rahk he replied enigmatically that he would do ‘whatever I wished.’ I told him: ‘my wish is to see us successfully complete our mission and everyone back in Westkeep safe. If he being the war party’s bumble bee assists that then I support it. I asked him to exercise ‘good’ judgment and discretion when sharing information that might incite ill will or jeopardize unit morale.’ I must say I get worried about Father Gar selectively choosing what to relay and what not to; he has proven to delight in stirring things up for the drama of it and when lives are at stake I care not for the excitement. I can easily see distracting misunderstandings forming between our two peoples at the most inopportune times and I am very glad to know that you Sir Fingol will be travelling with Chief Rahk as well.

“Well that is about it. I thank you for your support and pray I am not being needlessly neurotic and anxious about things and becoming a micromanager of our party.”

Fingol says, “Sir Indranil, I don’t see you becoming a micromanager or a tyrant. You are expressing your concerns about one member of our party. I share those concerns. Bear in mind, that although I will be traveling with Chief Rahk and thus Father Gar, I will not always be in earshot of them. Father Gar may find ways to stir up trouble with or without my presence. He has certainly had more practice creating trouble, than I have had in quelling it,” warns Fingol.

At the other end of the boat, Gar, finding Ragnbjorn, blurts out, “Sir Indranil thinks he is a little Tavish II [ed. infamous expansionist king of Keoland]. I don’t know if I can work with him anymore. Only if I must; only if he lets me.” The right side of Gar’s mouth snarls. “He’s has serious control issues.”

Sir Ragnbjorn fixes Gar with a steely gaze and frowns. He doesn’t seem at all fazed by Gar’s tantrum. After a maddening pause he says in an even and deliberate tone, “Father Gar, you must understand that Sir Indranil, Sir Fingol, and I are all members of the King’s Rangers. Even Sir Lorindel is a member of the King’s Scout Corps, a closely connected unit. We are all elite soldiers in the service of His Majesty. Up until now, they have had little experience working with those who are not part of a chain of command, even Fingol who is much more of a loner than the others. You must be patient with them. In turn, I will speak to Sir Indranil. He should remember that you are not part of any military chain of command. I would remind you however, that all citizens of Keoland and the Hool Marshes Protectorate owe fealty to the Prince and ultimately to the King, even the Flan tribes. Even the Great Druidess respects the authority of the King, or at least knows not to challenge it, just as he in turn respects her sphere of authority. Now it seems to me that we all have our place and our spheres of authority. We all owe reverence to our parents, respect to our teachers, and loyalty to our sovereigns. If not for that we could scarcely call ourselves civilized beings. So please, Father Gar, find a way so that you and Sir Indranil can work together in your appropriate spheres without undermining each other and with proper respect as the situation calls for.”

Bowing deeply at the waist to Sir Ragnbjorn, Gar begins, “Thank you, but respect works two ways, milord. I have no problem giving fealty to our great Prince and King, even though the Prince never asked for such, nor did he ever demand my loyalty, as His Highness the half-elf has done. The half-elf has gone too far. The Prince has my loyalty, unreservedly; he is a great man. Little Tavish the half-elf does not. I will put him in his place, if you do not. He needs to learn to respect for those whom he cannot command or he will become a toasty elf.

“Milord, I fear that if you go back to Westkeep, things will get ugly here. Only you or perhaps your honorable son has thus far earned the universal respect of the crew. Indranil seizes respect by force and coercion. I will not serve corrupt power, even in the name of our most honorable King Skotti, even at the risk of my own life.”

Finished, Gar moves into a parade rest position, hands clasped loosely behind his back, seemingly relaxed but waiting for Sir Ragnbjorn’s response.

Ragnbjorn’s eyebrow twitches and his hand clenches, and Gar sees that if he were in fact a subordinate Ragnbjorn would have struck him. Nevertheless Ragnbjorn responds with icy control, “Father Gar, you have just made a threat against Sir Indranil, who is one of the finest and most professional of the Rangers I have had the honor to work with. Not only that but you have impugned his honor and accused him of being corrupt. You are treading on very thin ice with me. If you persist in threatening and slandering my men then I will call you out for a duel upon the field of honor. You at least have the proper rank. Oh, and if the Prince never asked for your loyalty or fealty it is because he did not think he had to and was being courteous. You presume far too much.

“I understand that you are a priest of Obad-Hai, that you learn from nature and preserve its rhythms. You seem them to have forgotten that army ants are a part of nature and they preserve a strict order, as do other insects. Even the geese know to follow the leader of their flock in formation. These are traits they use to survive and work together. Perhaps you should go to the riverbank and sit for awhile contemplating these things? Or if not…” Ragnbjorn’s hand moves to his sword.

Gar bows deeply to the waist, “As you wish, milord.” He departs without a further word. He heads ashore to find an ant hill to contemplate.

After this, Rain, who had been eavesdropping on Gar and Ragnbjorn, slinks down to the hold to catch a few hours more sleep. Note to self, don’t ever stand between Gar and Indranil, she thinks, and then drifts off for a quick nap.

While on the bank, contemplating ants and geese, Gar’s mind wanders. He watches as the ants march in a straight line to bring food to their queen. Looking up, Gar fingers Obad-Hai and casts his spell to detect evil while directing his attention to the Javan Queen and all aboard the boat. Fortunately, the only evil he senses is the faint emanation from Ailil. “Good,” he grunts, and goes back to contemplating the orderly nature of ants. Just for the fun of it, he takes a stick and briefly disturbs the nest and then steps back quickly as he watches them restore order out of chaos. Looking back at the boat as his mind wanders, a smile finally returns to his face.

Sunday Night, Fireseek 9, 591 Common Year

Heading to the bow of the ship, Gar stretches and then takes off his armor and weapons to practice tumbling. Beginning at the bow, he works his way around the perimeter of the ship practicing the three types of tumbles learned from Rain.

Newt rises with the others. Thinking aloud, she says quietly, “Tea will be nice,” and slowly walks back to the boat. Of two minds, she is delighted at being included in the expedition, but sulking about Rain calling her a child.

Rain gets up with everyone else and with no particular speed makes her way atop the deckhouse to have a word with Indranil. Sitting and taking out her flute she asks, “So what does it actually mean, that teeth and tongue maneuver?”

Indranil puffs contentedly on his pipe, blows a smoke ring in the air for a moment and responds, “I am glad you came up to join me. I find you fascinating and I would like to get to know you better.

“Draconian, the lizardfolk’s language, uses gestures and body language to amplify their speech. They are basically predators so in general showing their teeth means a threat, like brandishing a knife in a street fight. Smell is a major sense for the lizardfolk, even more important to them than sight. Their tongue is a major part of their sense of smell. They capture scent on their tongue and then retract it into their mouth to ‘taste it.’ So put them together and you get: smelling for an enemy to attack. 

“But the context when it is used is critical too. I was speaking for our entire party and thanking the chief for inviting us to battle, so when I did it, it was an exclamation point that we were eagerly looking forward to battle. When you responded, right after I asked you an oath question, you failed to acknowledge my leadership by omitting my title and, along with your smirk, the use of teeth and tongue was a sign you were looking to fight me. If I failed to assert my leadership I would have lost all face and respect from the lizardfolk – a subtle shift in context but in this case profound. If I had showed weakness none of us might make it back from the wilds of the Hool as predators they only respect strength. It can be tiresome at times.

“I hope I did not give you lasting harm. I tried to pull my slap at the last moment and turn the blow into more of a shove. It was all for effect.”

Indranil continues to puff on his pipe and enjoy his tea.

Rain lets out a light laugh as she realizes what she had done. “Yah, well I sure as hell wasn’t trying to call you out in front of the chieftain and everybody. I think I will leave well enough alone and just converse in the languages I do understand.”

She looks him in the eyes and continues, “I want to thank you for your words of respect tonight. I hope you realize that I was speaking the truth when I addressed both you and Rahk, albeit maybe I hammed it up just a bit. And I am glad you handled the situation as you did. I like to believe that I catch on quickly to peoples intent and true meanings… in the future you can count on that.”

She pauses to signify that that is the end of that, watches Gar throw himself around the deck a few times, and then asks, “So why is it you want to get to know me better?”

Indranil smiles warmly at Rain and says, “Play me a song upon your flute, from that I will know your heart. Oh Rain, before you begin playing, I have one more… request… for you. In your guardianship of Adelina, please make sure never to leave her alone with Father Gar. Father Gar will have an important role to play in her education, but I do not fully trust him and do not want her alone with him until she is wiser and more educated.”

Again Rain laughs, “Yes, I would quite agree… in fact, that gives me an idea… and reminds me that I have something else I need to attend to this evening. I will happily play my flute for you, but first let me attend to a certain matter with Newt.”

Rain stands and back flips off the deck house in one even move, landing quietly on the deck and moving off towards where the practice weapons are stored.

Indranil smiles to himself and shakes his head thinking, She does have some nice moves!

Newt, meanwhile, drinks some tea and listens idly to the conversations on the boat. She approaches Sir Indranil after Rain leaves. ”Milord, may I buy the two daggers brought back earlier? I would be much more comfortable with them than with the small sword Rain has loaned me.”

“Adelina you can buy for those knives from your portion of the loot we accumulate from our expedition. Know that you are a full member of the party you are entitled to your fair share. We will settle all when we are back in Westkeep - for now you are their custodian and may have first right of purchase upon our return.”

After Gar finishes his tumbling exercises, he gets his belongings and then seeks out Indranil on the deckhouse. “Sir Indranil, may I have a word with you?”

“Of course Father Gar, please make yourself comfortable. What is on your mind?”

“Thank you. Congratulations on your new appointment, milord,” begins Gar.

“My thanks, but condolences are probably a better description. I am now responsible for everyone’s safety.”

Gar laughs openly, “My condolences, milord. I just wanted to let you know my intention to report everyday to you whatever I learn during my time with the lizardfolk.”

“I welcome open communication channels and appreciate whatever you can relay. May I assume you will be providing the same service to Chief Rahk?

“I will convey or withhold whatever you wish. However I doubt we will need to withhold much or anything from our new allies.”

Indranil says, “My wish is to see us successfully complete our mission and everyone back safe in Westkeep. If your being the war party bumble bee assists then I will support it. I would ask you though to exercise good judgment and discretion when sharing information that might incite ill will or jeopardize unit morale.”

Indranil offers his pipe to Gar, “Care for a bit of pipeweed?”

Gar laughs and says, “So you do have the good stuff! Yes, thank you, and it sounds like you’ve been smoking quite a bit already, milord.” Gar takes a deep toke and giggles.

Indranil looks at Gar perplexedly, “Father Gar it is just tobacco.”

“Ah, damn,” as Gar giggles again.

After leaving Indranil abruptly, Rain grabs a couple of practice throwing daggers from below deck and goes to find Newt. ”Newt, I have something important for us to do this eve. Right now in fact. You see, sometimes it is much more advantageous to take your
enemies by surprise… thus tonight we will be playing a game called ‘Hunt the Orc’… and friend Gar has been kind enough to play our orc.” At this Rain smiles maliciously.  “Take these daggers and follow me… tonight… we hunt orc.”

Forgetting her weariness (it had been a long, busy day) and the perceived slight earlier, Newt agrees (rather credulously) to practice with Rain. “Oh, good!  Thanks, Rain, I’d love to practice with you.” Hopping up, she goes with Rain to lay in ambush of Father Gar. Whispering, “So Father Gar knows we’re going to get him, and it’s just a matter of if-and-where we surprise him, right? Ooh, let’s get him good!” She tucks into the hiding place and watches for Gar’s approach.

Rain hands the two practice daggers to Newt. She then signals for Newt to follow her quietly to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the top of the deckhouse from the main deck where they can lay in wait around the sides of the deckhouse until Gar comes down the stairs. When he finishes speaking with Indanil and comes down Rain quietly says, “Now, throw!”

Newt throws one practice dagger at Father Gar, then ducks back into the shadows. The dagger bounces off his chainmail shirt and lands on the deck. Gar can’t help but shout out as he is startled by the blow.

Rain whispers, “Nice shot! Let’s go,” and then pulls Newt behind her and starts to slink away backward still facing the corner and where Gar should appear along the deck house wall, being sure to keep herself between Newt and Gar… just in case.

Indranil chuckles. Rain must be practicing with Newt using her new daggers and Gar got in the way. He gets up and heads over to the edge of the deckhouse to see what is going on. He sees Rain and Newt moving surreptitiously down the port side away from the stern where Gar is trying to figure out what just hit him. Indranil shakes his head. When I asked Rain to be Newt’s mentor I did not mean for her to initiate Newt into the ways of mischief… but this should be fun to watch.

As soon as he felt the light thump off his left side, Gar’s hand reaches for Obad-Hai and he says a little prayer of resistance. Then he kneels down to look at the object closely, but not yet touching it. He sees that it is a wooden practice dagger. Gar chuckles and looks around for Rain. He smiles and continues to his bunk.

Fingol, seeing all this from the riverbank shakes his head. I am so glad they don’t want to play their little games with me. 

Rain slinks with Newt around the back of the deck house and waits for Gar to appear.  When he does not, she stands and backs out of the shadows saying, “Nice job Newt… he is none the wiser. Gar asked me earlier to teach him some of my moves, thus his tumbling around the deck earlier. I also informed him that he should be more aware of his surroundings and that he may get some random surprises from me when he least expected it. You just participated in our first encounter.”

Rain gives Newt a big smile and leads her off the ship and over to the circle so they can sit and continue talking undisturbed and unheard. “So you and I will be spending a lot of time together the next week and I suspect even longer than that. I wanted to share something with you that very few people know about me. I grew up very much like you, in a small river village many miles from Westkeep. Through unlucky circumstances I became my own guardian at a very young age and made my way to Westkeep to survive. There I befriended many such as myself and formed a street gang to better protect ourselves. I did what was needed at the time to survive and to protect my ‘family.’ Very few know this about me… Aramek, Gar, Fin… and now you. I would appreciate you keeping this knowledge to yourself, but I want you to trust me and know that I can trust you as well.”

As far as Xalakae can tell, Rain is being sincere in confiding in Newt to this degree and in wanting to help her. As Xalakae listens to Rain she attempts to read Rain’s thoughts.  She watches Rain very closely in the dark, looking for any indication that Rain felt the attempt, but seems to have succeeded. Rain is thinking: …there is more to Newt than appears on the surface… there has to be… how could she have remained hidden so long in the ruins of Cypress Hill… she’s not a spy but… something’s strange… esp. the magic… I like her… she reminds me of me… she really needs someone to protect her… why am I always trying to protect and mother people… like Dion… or Aramek… and now Newt… I hope she feels she can trust me…

Rain pauses before she continues.

“I want that, too, Rain,” Newt says. “I thank you for confiding in me.” Newt looks past Rain, gathering her thoughts with a few deep breaths.

Rain continues, “If there is anything you would like to tell me about yourself, anything you know or may not know but suspect…” Rain continues, but looks Newt directly in the eyes to show this next part is important. “Anything which might account for the fact that your body apparently radiates magic… I would very much appreciate you sharing this with me. You and I will be keeping each other safe and every skill or ability that you possess I would very much like to know about.”

Rain sits back with a small but warm smile on her face and waits for Newt to reply.

Newt’s tone changes to one of disappointment. “Is that why you told me those things? To get information from me?” She goes on, mockingly imitating Rain’s voice, “‘Newt, I met you three days ago. I had a hard childhood too, so trust me with everything.’” Her volume rises as she gets worked up, until she’s nearly yelling, angrily. “Who asked you to do this? I’m in your debt, Rain. You’ve all been very good to me and I truly need your help – the others’ and especially yours. But, I can’t answer you! Maybe I’ll learn more when we find my parents, but I didn’t even know my body radiates magic until I overheard Father Gar telling Sir Indranil when we were at my home! Maybe I’ll tell you when I get it sorted out myself, but until then you’ll just have to wait!”

Newt pauses, taking some calming breaths. She finishes quietly. ”I won’t betray your trust. And I, in return, would very much like to trust you.” She gets up and stomps back to the boat in a quiet huff.

Initially, Newt wasn’t really upset about Rain’s question except that it could expose hierm. Then s/he thought to turn the tables and change the topic all at once. When that came up, s/he started getting genuinely indignant about the question although not about Rain’s intentions. Xalakae regrets the need to keep hiers secret, but it’s the core thing that has been taught to hierm all hiers life – never let them know you’re not one of them. So s/he didn’t feel as if s/he could reveal hiermself – at least not yet. Now s/he feels bad about lying to these good people who are trying to help hierm.

Rain sits by herself in the circle for a while and thinks. “Well that went well,” she says to nobody, and then gets up and brushes off the dirt from her pants. She walks slowly back to the boat and climbs up to the deckhouse where Indranil and Aramek are keeping watch. She sits, pulls out her flute and begins to weave a song of deep mourning tunes to match her mood.

She pauses after a few minutes and says quietly to Indranil and Aramek, “Well, I managed to piss off our young Newt… I’m not sure how well this is going to go. I’ll certainly keep her close and protected as I have promised though. Time is my only ally now where it comes to her trust.”

Aramek looks at Rain and raises his eyebrow quizzically. “What happened to anger Newt, my friend? Surely she understands that you are both her mentor and protector?”

Rain responds, still not looking at either Aramek or Indranil but talking quietly while gently swinging her legs over the deckhouse, “Guess I pried too much. She knew about you detecting her as magic by the way, overheard you and Indranil. Ah well… I am trying to get her to trust me, but I think I expect too much for the short time she has been with us. Time. Time is what we need.” She says nothing further but after a few seconds returns the flute to her mouth and resumes playing.

“Rain be patient with her,” Indranil replies quietly between puffs on his pipe. ”It wasn’t but four days ago she was hiding in the rushes afraid for her life watching the Deathwalkers slaughter the entire trading post and disappearance of her parents. She will need time. Just be there for her and give her a safe place to be and to learn. She will open up of her own accord. In fact, if Father Gar’s visions are right she may start to experience strange feelings and memories as we journey forth. These will likely be very scary and unfamiliar to her and she will be quite stressed. She will need you to be a rock and solid refuge for her.”

A few moments later Indranil turns to Aramek to ask, “Please tell me about being a sorcerer. When did you know? Can you tell if someone else is even if they know it not yet?”

Aramek looks at Indranil and Rain. He leans against the mast and a faraway looks comes into his eyes as Snoop comes out of his pocket and climbs up on Aramek’s right shoulder, nuzzling his ear.

“My childhood was a pretty lonely one, with no kids around my age to play with; I lived on a farm with my father, who was always trying to protect me. My mother was an elf, with full magic. But she was disowned by her family for marrying a human. And she died giving birth to me, so I never met her. My dad didn’t want the people of my village to know my elven heritage, so we lived well out of town. 

“I learned to spend my time entertaining myself. When not helping my father around the farm or in the nearby forest, I would wander into the forest on my own and it was from these solitary sojourns that my love of growing things, animals, and the elementals of the forest began to take definite shape. My favorite pastime, called by my father ‘wasted time,’ was to go deep into the forest, always looking for new, beautiful places, just to sit and take in all that was around me. 

“I used to love to sit under my favorite willow tree, next to a brook, just listening to the sounds of the silent forest. Those were the times when I felt closest to my mother. I could close my eyes and sense everything around me: the beneficial herbs growing at my feet, as well as the temporary-blindness causing mushrooms, growing there in the crook of the root, next to my hand.

“But the most amazing thing that would happen whenever I sat near any willow tree was my daydreams. In them I would make up poems. At any rate, when I came back to the here and now, I would have little poems stuck in his head. On one occasion, when I was feeling particularly lonely, I was sitting under ‘my’ tree, leaning against the trunk and thinking about how great it would be to have a friend I could talk to. As I was coming back from my daydreaming a little poem flickered through my mind:

“Without a doubt, my willow tree

Will send a friend to talk with me.”

 ”And when I opened my eyes, sitting on the creek bank by my left knee was a small ferret; obviously very young and seemingly upset, in an indignant sort of way. At the time I didn’t make the connection with my little poem, simply because I was too engrossed in laughing at the look on that little fellow’s face. He really did look as if he were indignant about my sitting virtually on top of the entrance to his home.

“I remember saying to him: ‘And I suppose you’re going to be my new best friend and talk with me?’ At which he chittered, ran up my leg, and proceeded to begin looking in my pockets, as if I had some treat just for him.

“Hey, just what do you think you’re doing? Stop snooping!” I said to him.

“And the strangest thing happened. He squeaked happily, climbed up onto my right shoulder, gave my ear a ticklish lick, and proceeded to curl up and go to sleep.

“I can hardly tell you the feeling of contentment that came over me. So, instead of chasing that little animal away, I lazily went back to my daydreaming and the name ‘Snoop’ just seemed to pop into my head and I knew that I had found a friend or maybe a friend had found me.

“When I hit my teen years, I started to manifest a kind of wild magic, most notable when I became excited or angry. When happy, zephyrs would flow around me and when angry, dust devils would suddenly appear. And one time, quite by accident, while I was once again in the forest daydreaming under that favorite willow tree, a particularly nasty looking spider dropped down from the tree onto my tunic, startling both me and my constant cohort, Snoop. Without thinking I yelled: ’Yoy! You, spider, get away from me! Get back up in the willow tree!’ Needless to say, ‘as if by magic’ a breeze seemed to pick up that spider and send it back up into the lower branches. Believe it or not, I didn’t really notice I’d spoken in poetry and just thought the breeze a fortuitous one.

“By the time I was 19 it was clear to my dad that I wasn’t happy living a farmer’s life, even though like he, I loved the forest and growing things. I could identify virtually every leaf, grass, tree, herb, and flower in the forest and know exactly what it was best used for. So, with the blessing of my father, Snoop and I left home to see the world and hopefully find a teacher who could educate me in the ways of magic.

“Snoop and I made our way to Gradsul and through a coincidence of good timing, we ended up in the employ of the best known and most respected Sorcerer-Herbalist in southern Keoland, Daire Estaldir.

“After two years of training with Master Estaldir, I was sent by him here to Westkeep to continue my training and work with Master Parwyn.

“So, Sir Indranil, the only way I can judge whether Newt has magical abilities, which can be trained as opposed to her ‘being’ magical herself, is to observe her and take note of what happens around her, based on her moods, what she says, and so forth. Perhaps a more powerful sorcerer than I would be able to ascertain her abilities. Please keep in mind that my training has only brought me so far. I will certainly be on the lookout for any signs that might clarify this for you.” Aramek strokes Snoop on the neck, and falls silent.

Indranil responds to Aramek’s tale saying, “A fascinating and wonderful story! I thank you for sharing it with me. 

Aramek smiles at Indranil and Rain and quietly says, “Thank you Sir Indranil. You’re very kind to have listened to my tale.”

“No thank you necessary Aramek,” Indranil says. “A good tale is worth its weight and I should thank you! Does Snoop have any magical powers too? Can you two link minds?” asks Indranil.

Rain stops playing to say playfully, “Or maybe you have no power at all, maybe it is Snoop who banished the spider.” She smiles and reaches over to scratch Snoop’s head and then returns to her music.

Indranil laughs long and hard at that.

Aramek smiles at Rain’s remark and says, “Perhaps you’re right. It’s a real contest between us as to who dislikes spiders more, Snoop or me. He most certainly is a magical beast otherwise he could not be my familiar. He is no more an ordinary ferret than a unicorn is an ordinary horse. For now, thanks to my link with Snoop, I am able to sense what he senses about other people around me and their internal, unspoken intentions. As we grow together the time will come when we will be able to communicate more precisely and I will even be able to see what my furry friend sees; but that time is in the future, for now it’s enough to be able to work together to keep each other alive.” At which Snoop squeaks from atop Aramek’s shoulder and Aramek chuckles in reply.

Indranil asks, “Aramek, you seemed to grow into your powers gradually. Is that the norm? Is the awareness of magic something that can be dangerous to the sorceress and those around her in the development process?” Is there some ‘initiation’ type process?”

“Aramek looks thoughtful, and then says, “I have been fortunate in the teachers who have helped me so far. Both of them feel that I am progressing nicely and steadily in my training. And that really is the key, to answer your second question. Someone with sorcerous potential who lacks proper training can be a danger to both himself and those who are around him.

“If by saying ‘sorceress’, you are referring to Newt, I believe it is too soon to tell whether she has the potential to wield magic or is, in and of herself, magical. Remember the unicorn and the horse. Perhaps Father Gar and I, working together, may be able to figure it all out. After all he and I are, so far as we know, the only magic wielders here at the moment.

“And as to the question of initiation, for me at least there was not some formal ceremony, as such. Before I left to come to Westkeep, Master Estaldir gifted me with my willow staff. He said that the link or rapport that I seem to have with willow trees is quite remarkable and he felt that my staff would help me to focus or channel my powers and possibly provide me with protection at times. I don’t know, but it’s not my place to question the wisdom of my mentor, who is himself a powerful and well respected sorcerer in his own right.

Smiling, Aramek adds, “And besides, he said to me that no good sorcerer worth his mettle would be caught dead in public without a staff. I’m still trying to figure that remark out.” At which Aramek breaks out laughing. After a moment he adds, “Again, only time will tell.”

After a moment Aramek muses, “I would mightily like to know who was trying to scry on us earlier, however.”

Indranil says, “I too wish we knew who was scrying us. It still bothers me greatly. Perhaps you can ask Father Gar about that too? I wish we had some kind of ward we could use as a counter or spell to use to track it back to its source!

“Aramek, I would appreciate you working with Father Gar as you suggested to ‘skillfully’ assess Adelina’s magical capabilities. I say skillfully meaning gently, in a non-threatening and natural way over the course of our journey. I understand we may have a few days march ahead of us and there might be idle time at night around camp for quiet moments of discussion. My thought is that you include Rain as a point of continuity and refuge for Adelina.”

Aramek smiles at Indranil and nods his head. “I’ll do my best Sir Indranil. Adelina, for all her bravado, is emotionally fragile after all she’s been through but she’s got a tough resolve to see this through and find her parents. Rain and I are closest to her age and I believe she already has a rapport with us. And Father Gar, for all his seeming silliness is a canny adept. I’m sure we’ll be able to gently get to the bottom of this mystery.

Indranil asks, “From a purely tactical point of view, what is your strongest spell for offense and for defense? And is Snoop able to sneak too? Is he willing and able to be a silent scout? Is there a limit to the range you two can stay in contact?

Aramek responds, “As to my skills; as you say, they are growing. Every day I feel strangely more confident. It’s as if the more I use my magic, the more magic I can access within. Currently, my strongest offensive spell is my energy missile. I have a range of about 120′ and I feel as if I’m gaining enough strength now so that I will soon be able to cast two of them simultaneously and a bit farther out. I’m also considering how to expand my repertoire of spells.

“Defensively, my magical armor has proven useful and that should soon be stronger and more enduring.

“Snoop and I can remain in empathetic contact with each other for up to a mile and he’s very good at sneaking into tight places. However, Sir Indranil, from the day he scolded me for sitting on his front door, he has been my best and closest friend and I would be loathe to place him in extreme danger without his willingness to do so. Please keep in mind that his presence with me enhances my own abilities, offensive and defensive, and we will soon be able to share even more. For instance, I will be able to share the delivery of some of my spells by way of Snoop. His presence may prove invaluable to our success.

“Rest assured, Sir Indranil, we will do our best to support this enterprise.”

 Sorcerer Aramek, of your ability, commitment and integrity I have no doubts! I am most grateful to have you in our party. Please rest assured that if I ask something of you and Snoop you may always refuse if you feel it is too dangerous.

“Lastly, and then I must get some sleep before the morrow, what is Snoop’s favorite treat?”

Aramek grins at this question and responds, “Why, if you come across any rats, mice, rabbits, frogs, voles, snakes, or fish, Snoop will be thrilled. He’s really quite good at finding his own dinner out here. At home, when creepy crawlies aren’t as readily available, I’ll give him some of my dinner, preferably before the meat is cooked, but cooked meet will do in a pinch. Ferrets are absolutely carnivorous. Oh, and the occasional spider or bug is a treat as well. He’s learned well enough which spiders to avoid.” With that, Aramek begins to laugh heartily.

Indranil, still laughing slightly with a great smile on his face turns to Rain and winks at her and says, “Rain, perhaps you might instruct Adelina to be aware of her backdrop when practicing her knife throwing skills? I am sure you did not intend her to lose control of her wooden dagger and hit Father Gar!”

As Indranil turns Rain responds with a big smile, “Quite the contrary, Gar was our intended prey.”

Indranil chuckles and heads down to grab some sleep.

Sunday Night, Fireseek 9, 591 Common Year

After supper that evening, relaxed after having had a good meal, Gar turns to the Chief and says in Draconic, “Milord, I would be honored if you allowed this humble emissary of the Great Druidess to walk at your side through the marsh on this expedition.”

Chief Rahk replies in Draconic, “I would be honored Father Gar, devotee of Obad-Hai and emissary of the Great Druidess, to have you at my side. The last time we tried to attack the Deathwalkers in their layer we did not have anyone with us who could counter the power of their priests.”

“Thank you, I will do my best,” replies Gar in Common, as he absently mindedly looks around the group at his comrades.

Ragnbjorn says in Common, “Chief Rahk, we have decided that we will send a force to accompany you in your fight against the Deathwalkers – at least for this attack against the shrine you have found. It has been decided that Sir Indranil will lead this expeditionary force, at least on the human side. I will be returning to Westkeep to report the situation to Prince Prospero and to make sure that Master Ailil is brought to justice. I also need to report the treachery of Guardsman Noch.”

Sgt. Apone speaks up in Common, “Sir Ragnbjorn, do you wish for me to stay here with the squad or should I go with you to give a full accounting of Noch’s actions?”

Sir Ragnbjorn says, “I think it would be better if you stayed here to help Sir Indranil. If you could assign a couple of guardsmen to go back with me, that would suffice. Perhaps Vaskez and Hex could return with me?”

“Yes sir.”

Gar nods his silent but unasked for agreement.

Fingol continues with these thoughts, in Common, “Sir Indranil and I have not discussed this thoroughly, Chief Rank. However, I was thinking that, with the exception of Father Gar, the force from Westkeep should be kept as a unit supporting your troops. The guardsmen have trained as a squad and I believe they will be more effective together. I would be honored to travel with you also as opportunity permits, but I will fight under Sir Indranil’s command.”

Gar remains silent but looks very pleased.

Chief Rahk nods and says in Common, “I think it is best if our two forces fight side-by-side but that otherwise we do not intermingle. I am sorry that Sir Ragnbjorn will not be with us, but if he trusts Sir Indranil then I will too. Likewise, I will be honored to have Sir Ragnbjorn’s son fighting with me. I am sure that Sir Indranil and I will be able to coordinate our respective forces.”

Ragnbjorn continues in Common, “I am still of a mind to bring Adelina with me to Westkeep. This is no place for a young girl, and you are no guardswoman yet,” he says this looking to Adelina. “On the other hand, Father Gar does believe that she is needed here because she may be some link to finding not just her parents but some lost city, the source of these troubles. Adlina herself makes the good point that she knows this area well, though I think that between Chief Rahk and his folk, we have better guides than any we could ever wish for. What do the rest of you think? Sir Fingol? Sir Indranil? Sir Lorindel?”

Newt almost bursts into another argument about why she should be included, but catches herself and sees she’s really not being asked. She very eagerly awaits the others’ input.

“For my part,” Fingol jumps in, “I would have her stay with us. We have been strongly directed by the visions from Obad-Hai, thus far. If we, in fact, place faith in these visions, than we must not ignore that she was shown to be with us when we search for and find the city.”

Adelina nods enthusiastically, but holds her tongue.

Rain butts in quietly, “I’ll keep her safe.”

Adelina shoots a grateful smile to Rain and silently mouths, “Thank you!”

“I was about to object,” cuts in Lorindel. “I still have my misgivings; however, if Rain is willing to act as chaperon, I will remain silent.”

Turning towards Newt, Lorindel continues, “The fact that you were able to stay hidden and alive the days following the assault, Newt, at least shows you have some innate abilities. I have my orders though, and need to remain focused. I hope your presence does not add unnecessary risk.”

“Oh, milord!” Newt replies to Sir Lorindel, “I will not be a hindrance to you! You may rely on me for that, and I’ll do all I can to aid you.”

Rain responds, this time in Elvish, “She will be fine, Lorindel… I suspect there is much more to our Newt than she lets on.”

“Of that,” laughs Lorindel as he responds in Common, “I have no doubts.”

Indranil first gives a full bow (of a subordinate) to the center of the Circle of Honor and then also to Chief Rahk and then a half bow (as of an equal) to those of Rahk’s officers who are also in the circle and says in Draconian, ”Chief Rahk!  We accept your gracious offer to accompany you and your noble, most excellent, warriors on your mission to eliminate the vile Deathwalkers from your lands.  I thank you for letting us share in such a noble mission. It does us a great honor to be included in your war party.” Indranil bares his teeth and sticks out his tongue as if tasting the air. “May we partake of the forthcoming victory feast together!” Indranil finishes this with a loud crack of his bared teeth.

“Chief Rahk, I agree with your wisdom to keep our forces separate from a chain of command. And you are most wise to order we coordinate our respective forces. Perhaps we can hold a war council to discuss your plans along with my officers, Sir Fingol and Sir Lorindel, to plan our order of battle so that we may most effectively support your mission and leverage our strengths?”

Chief Rahk replies in Common and then repeats himself in Draconic, “Yes, I agree, we should have a meeting tomorrow at noon, just the leaders and officers. Perhaps you can bring your charts as well.”

Indranil says, ”Agreed! It shall be as you command. Chief Rahk, Please excuse me as I must address my party to ensure they are aware of their function.”

Indranil turns to Sir Fingol, and says in Draconian, “Sir Fingol, please translate my words so our worthy hosts understand everything we say inside the Circle of Honor.”

Fingol translates as asked.

Indranil then gives a full bow (of a subordinate) to Sir Ragnbjorn and says in the common tongue, “Sir Ragnbjorn, I agree with Sir Fingol and would like to have Adelina remain with our expedition. I understand the danger for her. However, I respect Father Gar’s vision from Obad-Dai and along with my own observations from the last few days believe that Adelina is the key to the Deathwalker threat we face. I asked Guardsman Rain to be Adelina’s bodyguard and teacher during our scouting party to Adelina’s home and Rain surpassed herself in this role. I have great confidence that Rain will continue to excel in this role to keep Adelina safe and continue her instruction in the martial arts. With your permission I would like Adelina to remain with us.”

Indranil turns to Rain and asks her, “Guardsman Rain do you accept this charge to hold safe from all enemies and evil and instruct Adelina in the martial arts upon your life and pain of death?”

Rain hesitates for a few seconds with a smirk on her face, You have got to be kidding… upon pain of death? Really, who talks like that? …and what in the Nine Hells are all of these animal gestures… oh for the love of Norebo please don’t let me burst out laughing… hold it… hold it…, then seems to sober and says, “Sure”, and then bares her teeth and wiggles her tongue at Indranil. I sure hope that was some sort of gesture meaning it would be my honor? she thinks after performing this gesture.

From the look on Indranil’s face and the sudden silence and stillness from the lizardfolk as well as Chief Rahk’s intent look upon both she and Indranil, Rain realizes that she has probably just made a very grave error in trying to mimic the nonverbal communication of the lizardfolk.

Chief Rahk inquires in Common, “Perhaps there is some question as to who should be war chieftain?”

Newt is anxiously watching how this turn of events unfolds. On one hand, the person advocating for her inclusion in the expedition has been challenged. On the other hand, Newt’s tutor/bodyguard is at risk. To Newt’s way of thinking, little good can come of this.

Indranil realizes that he must get Rain to back down in a way that the lizardfolk will clearly understand.

Rain turns red in embarrassment as she realizes that her attempt at showing honor to Indranil by mimicking that stupid teeth/tongue thing has failed miserably. She begins to stand to address Indranil in apology to placate the lizards, but her wits fail her and Indranil reacts first. He jumps to his feet and roars! He then stalks over to where Rain is sitting and first taking off his gloves he then slaps Rain knocking her to the ground. He grabs her shirt and lifts her to her feet.

Growling in her ear, Indranil says so that Rain alone you can hear, “You impulsive fool! You have forced this upon me. I have no wish to strike you, or lord it over you or be your master. I have shown you great respect so far, in fact given you a mission of utmost importance to us all. Do you think I would entrust such a mission to someone I have no regard for? Someday you will to learn that respect given and returned is no weakness. Now do something smart and grovel as a bit of theater for the lizards so we can move on.” Rain hangs her head in submission, and after a moment Indranil drops Rain back into her seat in the Circle.

Newt wonders what just happened. Rain should have received a proper beating for the disrespect she’d shown. She had earned it! In her mind, Newt wonders if Indranil is afraid to assert his rightful authority and dodge responsibility with a growled warning to Rain. Perhaps Indranil wasn’t finished. Newt keeps watching, waiting for the conclusion. Newt reminds herself to refer to Indranil using the honorific “Sir,” even if her estimation of him needs revision.

Then Xalakae recalls that in the lizardfolk culture, what Indranil had done was sufficient to establish dominance as long as Rain backed down. Unlike the humans, the lizardfolk did not resort to beatings and other forms of sadism as a means of taking and grasping power. For them it was sufficient when dominance had been established and acknowledged through a simple display of strength, skill, or force of personality.  Xalakae’s insight into Sir Indranil’s actions transforms into a new respect for how smoothly he handled the situation. Her eyes stay on Rain, watching for her response.

Rain sits silently with her head hung for a few seconds. She then slowly rises and addresses Chief Rahk in Common. “Great Chief Rahk, my sincere apologies for my careless words and my fumbling attempts to mimic what I thought was a gesture of honor to our War Leader Indranil. I meant no disrespect to him or to this Circle of Honor. There is no question in my mind that Sir Indranil is our War Chieftain, which I will gladly follow on this mission you have so kindly allowed us to join.”

She turns to Indranil, “Sir Indranil, to you I owe debt of gratitude for you have shown me great respect in allowing me a place in your company as well as your kind appraisal of my actions. I regret my attempts to mimic your actions, which I took for Draconic. I chose my words carelessly, hoping that I would convey my feelings of honor at your words and for choosing me to watch over the child Adelina by a more appropriate response. Of that I failed. Please allow me to say what I meant in a language I more fully understand… Thank you Sir Indranil. It will be my honor to follow you and to look after Newt and be sure that no harm comes to her.” At this she bows lowly before Indranil then Rahk.  She again sits down, dropping her countenance of shame and sitting up straight with the dignity of a warrior.

Lorindel slumps back and lets out a sigh of relief.

Indranil turns to Newt and says, “Adelina do you fully understand the dangers of this mission? Do you accept Guardsman Rain as your teacher and guard, to obey her in all she asks? Do you accept a role in our expedition and thereby agree to obey all commands of myself, Sir Fingol and Sir Lorindel? Do you agree to conduct yourself with honor at all times?

Standing to give a full bow to Sir Indranil, Newt replies, “Yes, milord, I understand the danger of the mission.” Looking at Rain, “And I accept Rain’s role as guardian and teacher. I’m sure I can trust her to take good care of me and teach me well.” Brightening visibly, she continues, “Oh, thank you for including me in the expedition! I will follow your orders faithfully, and those of the other good knights. I will act honorably and will not disappoint you. Thank you! Thank you, milord!”  With that, she bows deeply and sits back down, much relieved to be on the expedition’s roster.

Indranil finally turns to Father Gar and gives a half-bow (of an equal) and says in common, “Father Gar I am pleased with your decision to remain with our joint war party. The guidance of the Great Druidess is honor indeed and much valued. We will have need of your wisdom, perception and healing powers during this quest. While you are attending Chief Rahk closely I hope you will also avail yourself of our party as well.”

Gar bows deeply to Indranil, but without standing up. Turning to Ragnborn and Fingol, Gar says in Common, “You chose well, milords.”

Looking back at the new undisputed war chieftain of the humans, Gar says, “I would still like to camp with your troop, if you don’t mind, Sir Indranil.”

“Father Gar you are welcome to camp with us.”

“Thank you milord,” says Gar with a smile.

Indranil closes his eyes and bows fully to the center of the Circle of Honor with arms and legs tucked to symbolize a return to the Great Egg indicating he is finished speaking.

Ragnbjorn says, “Very well then. I will return to Westkeep on the Javan Queen along with guardsmen Hex and Vaskez to escort the traitor Master Ailil. The other delegates will also return with us to Westkeep until peace has been secured in the marshes and proper negotiations can be undertaken. I will report all this to Prince Prospero. Sir Fingol, will stay here as the Prince’s envoy to the lizardfolk. Father Gar will also remain as the envoy of the Great Druidess. Sir Indranil will remain to command the Keoland forces with his brother Sir Lorindel to assist him. Adelina will, I suppose, be considered a temporary member of the Guard under Rain’s care but under the command of Sgt. Apone and ultimately Sir Indranil. I will return to Cypress Hill aboard the Javan Queen in about a week. We will wait for you there one week and then return to Westkeep. I certainly hope that you will be back there or at least able to send a messenger back there in that time.”

Fingol gets up, walks over to Chief Rahk and bows low saying in Draconic, “Thank you for your gracious hospitality. I hope you will spare some time to speak with the delegation before we leave.” To his warriors he says, “I look forward to marching with you, and facing our mutual enemies.”

Chief Rahk replies, “There will be a time for discussions proper to times of peace when peace has prevailed. I thank you for your courtesy and patience.”

Indranil rises and to no one in particular says he plans to head back to the Javan Queen for some tea, a smoke, and a bit of peace on his favorite spot atop the deck house contemplating the river.

Gar gets up as well and bows deeply to the Chief and Ragnbjorn, “Until tomorrow milords.” Then he too heads back to the boat.

In Book I Prince Prospero, Keoland’s military governor of the town of Westkeep, learned that the Malarat tribe of lizardfolk were on the verge of declaring war against the citizens of Westkeep if their fishermen continued to overfish and block the bayous with their nets. Through the work of his mistress of spies, Lady Sedara, he also learned that two young men named Reece (son of the alchemist Parwyn) and Relikez (an artist) had gone into the marshes some years before hunting for the ruins of an ancient city named Thracia in order to rouse the Thracian death god named Thanatos against the Scarlet Brotherhood who had invaded the Hold of the Sea Princes including Westkeep.

Prince Prospero requested that Fingol, one of the King’s Rangers, and Gar, a Flan priest of Obad-Hai, help to negotiate a settlement with the Malarat and find out what they can about Thracia and the cult of Thanatos. To help them, he summoned Fingol’s father Ragnbjorn, a senior ranger and friend of Chief Rhodophylax (aka Rahk) of the Malarat, and the Marinus brothers. The Marinus brothers are two half-elves from the Dreadwood. The senior, Indranil, is a member of the King’s Rangers. The junior, Lorindel, is a member of the Scout Corp. Prince Propsero also intended to order a squadron of the Guard to go with them and provide security. Among the brave members of the Guard is Aramek, a young half-elf sorcerer from Keoland; Rain, a young woman of Westkeep who had been secretly recruited and trained as a spy by Lady Sedara and then assigned to work with the Guard; and Noch, a mysterious mercenary who rouses the supicions of Gar and Fingol when he displays a skill and ruthlessness surpassing all the other Guard members but then seems to throw a fight to Rain during a practice bout.

In Book II after a deadly riot of the Olman tribals (former slaves of the Sea Princes and then the Scarlet Brotherhood who still live impoverished conditions) that engulfs Westkeep is quelled, the Prince finally sends out Fingol, Gar, Ragnbjorn, and the others aboard a keelboat named the Javan Queen. On the way to the territory of the Malarat they discover that the trading post of Cypress Hill has been razed and its people either killed or carried off by Amedi worshippers of Thanatos known as Deathwalkers. Only a single survivor is found, a young girl named Adelina who goes by the nickname Newt. They are then ambushed by a fleet of Deathwalker canoes and warcanoes, but are saved by the timely arrival of Chief Rahk and the Malarat.

Before negotiations with Chief Rahk can begin, Noch makes two attempts to kill Ragnbjorn and pin the blame on the lizardfolk. He is foiled, killed, and discovered to be a hired assassin. The head of the Fishmonger’s Guild, Master Ailil, is later revealed by Fingol, Gar, and Ragnbjorn as the mastermind of the plot to assassinate Ragnbjorn and sabotage any treaty with the lizardfolk. Ragnbjorn cuts off Master Ailil’s hand in a duel. Ailil is arrested and put aboard the Javan Queen in chains. His hand is eaten by Ragnbjorn during a ceremonial feast in order to honor Malarat cutsoms. Though Ragnbjorn and Fingol are disturbed that the Malarat are feasting on the corpses of the Deathwalkers, Gar revels in the cannibalism of their human enemies by the lizardfolk and his descent into madness begins.

Newt, in the meantime, is made a probationary member of the Guard. The Marinus brothers, Rain, Aramek, and a lizardfolk named Oro are detailed to bring her back to her family cottage to see if there is any sign of her parents. They do not find her parents but they do have to fight and kill a small group of Deathwalkers. In the cottage they discover a mysterious chest of gold and other treasures, including a set of clothes made of shift-weave that can magically change into a ball-gown, fancy court clothes for a nobleman, a traveler’s outfit, a peasant dress, or even a simple tunic and breeches. They also find themselves the target of a scrying spell. They hastily return to the Javan Queen.

Unbeknownst to the others, Newt is actually not a girl or even human, but a doppelganger as are her parents. The treasure belonged to her parents when they lived in the Yeomanry League and they brought it with them when they fled there to live in obscurity in the Hool Marshes. The scrying was actually Newt’s bungled attempts to read the surface thoughts of her companions.

Back at the Javan Queen, it is decided that further negotiations will be postponed until the Deathwalker threat has been dealt with. To that end, Fingol proposes an alliance between the Guard unit and the Malarat to hunt down the rest of the Deathwalkers who destroyed Cypress Hill and have been conducting raids against the Malarat.

It is at this point that book three begins.