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Drifting into your mental marina like ships in the mist, memory fragments slowly fall into place like the first few pieces of a jigsaw puzzle–the image is there, but it’s partial… incomplete.
<span class="mu-b">-’d you get this!? It’s… incredible!
She answered you with that wry, quarter-of-a-smile of hers. “Mother Nature. And Mister Deer.”
You weren’t hungry before, but after one bite of the pie’s hot, flakey crust and the savory bounty hidden beneath, it took all of your willpower to not bury your face in the pastry! Itsh-
“Slow down, Ant” She chided, chest puffed out with muted pride as she watched you feast, “Food’s not going anywhere...”</span>
She… she’s <span class="mu-i">here</span>, you begin as you tear yourself away from the memory, she’s in Zoral…
The meeting falls into a flurry of fresh whispers!
“<span class="mu-s">How can that be?</span>” Larius snarls, more out of confusion than anger! “<span class="mu-s">Do you mean to imply that-</span>”
That she came in the same way y–er, <span class="mu-i">Antoine</span> did? Yes, you answer in a polite tone, you do… and you think she’s here to hunt him down!
“<span class="mu-s">Hmmm….</span>” Rumbles Larius, weighing every ounce of your words, “<span class="mu-s">... It would certainly explain the bloodbath in the Hjall’dah Compound...</span>”
More murmurs.
“H-hunt him down?” Asks a Cultist!
“To what end?” Inquires another with a more sultry sound to his voice!
You’re… not sure, you reply, the words coming out easily with how true they are, but from your, uh, observations, you get the feeling she won’t have much trouble doing it… Your, uh, spies report that Ant, well, he claims she’s a damn good huntress… so if she’s here to find him, she’ll manage!
“<span class="mu-s">Most… intriguing…</span>” The Cult Leader responds as if picking out what to order on a restaurant menu, “<span class="mu-s">Our course is clear: If we locate this ‘Ekhz’, she will lead us straight to her mate…</span>” A dull rumble rocks the abyss. “<span class="mu-s">You have done well. It pleases me to know my subordinates are capable of more than just naked <span class="mu-i">failure</span>.</span>”
Y-you bet, bossman…
“If I may, milord…” Begins the sultry-tongued congregant from before, “According to my <span class="mu-i">calculations</span>, if this female truly <span class="mu-i">did</span> arrive via the Hjall’dah Ritual, her summoning coincides with the information blackout with our <span class="mu-b">RYTZO</span> chapter on the Southern Coast…”
“<span class="mu-s">Are you CERTAIN?</span>”
The voice wavers, but only somewhat. “The data doesn’t lie, milord: the falls lie far to the South… and while our operatives in Rytzo and the surrounding communities ceased reporting long before the ritual, any notice of a second Planar Anomaly wandering around would not go unnoticed in any other populated region.”
Oh no… he’s a <span class="mu-i">NERD!</span>
>CONTD.
