Nefis/Logs/20250627 Fall of Kigot

It has been 453 years, 92 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Emerald Dolphin.
It is currently spring and it is dusk.
You're positive it's 11 roisaen after the Anlas of Tamsine's Toil.

You bob a brief, respectful bow.

You say, "From Scholar to Scourge: The Fall of Kigot."

You say, "I am Nefis Mordael. A Scholar from Ilithi."

You take a moment to look for everybody in the area and see Lord of Elamiri Gridaksma, Dioe, Esotericist Eyst, Zfora, Ershta Zehira who is covered with whitened ridges, the Unholy Pupil, Veshana, Antiquary Kazhal and Truthseeker Elurora whose figure is gracefully highlighted in a soft aurora of silvery-violet light.

You say, "Many a scholar will tell you that Jonathan Kigot transcended death... that he is, in fact, the Old Man who resides in the very building behind me."

(Nefis gestures behind him at the cabin.)

You say, "While I acknowledge that possibility, as a man of learning, I strive to look beyond the commonly held beliefs to try to uncover the truths buried in the fractures of our knowledge."

You emphatically say, "As should we all."

Elurora gives you a slight nod.

You say, "In this discussion, I propose a different theory."

You say, "One that aligns more closely with what we have learned about necromancy."

Dioe folds his arms across his chest.

You say, "Kigot did not ascend...but broke."

You say, "What emerged from that final confrontation was not a transcendent being, but a newly birthed Lich named Jeihrem."

Zehira nods to you.

Dioe raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say, "Not beyond death, but consumed by it."

Eyst raises an eyebrow.

You say, "To adequately explore this idea, we must begin not with what is believed..."

You say, "But with what is known."

You say, "And what as been lost."

You clear your throat.

You say, "Jonathan Kigot, born around 250 AV and presumed dead in 300 AV, is remembered as the architect of the Philosophy of the Knife."

You say, "His legacy endures not as a simple practitioner of necromancy, but as the first to bind it with a rigorous moral framework: the Great Work."

You say, "Yet, for a figure so significant, what we truly know about Kigot is incredibly small."

You say, "Much of what is accepted about his life is filtered through myth, suppression, and the always suspect words of Church propaganda."

Dioe gazes at you.

You say, "The Temple insists he was once Friar Kigot, possibly even a member of the Hounds of Rutilor."

You say, "They claim he turned on his order after discovering a heretical tome, Investigations toward an Alchemy of Flesh, and descended upon the path of necromancy."

You say, "This narrative, convenient for the Church, paints him as a tragic figure corrupted by the profane. But true details remain elusive."

You say, "By the time of the Purge of 287 AV, the Alchemy's ideas had spread."

You say, "The Hounds of Rutilor razed villages, slaughtered scholars, and incinerated every known copy of the text. The first generation of Philosophers was nearly eradicated."

You say, "And yet, Kigot survived. He resurfaced in the years following, writing and teaching amongst academics."

Elurora ponders.

You say, "He is credited with authoring the Philosophy of the Knife, the moral treatise that transformed necromantic experimentation into a vision of universal liberation."

You say, "The Church, predictably, labeled it blasphemy."

You say, "In 300 AV, the Hounds finally caught up to him near the western Zoluren border. They sent a large force and it is said that a fierce battle ensued."

You say, "When it was over, Kigot was declared dead, his body allegedly cremated and buried in an unmarked grave at the Crossing Temple. But the details of that final encounter are vague."

You say, "It is not noted if any relics were recovered. Nor was it mentioned whether any of the bodies of the fallen were recovered, either. No testimony seems to have been given."

You say, "A lone paladin, the sole survivor of the force that slew Kigot, was all that returned."

You say, "As far as we know, he offered no written account, and the oral version has been passed down in fragments, never independently verified."

Dioe narrows his eyes.

You say, "What happened in that final moment remains an open question. And in that silence...in that absence...the path to a different truth begins."

Kazhal angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Gridaksma raises an eyebrow.

You ask, "What is it we imagine when we hear the word, necromancer?"

You say, "A scholar? Assuredly."

You say, "A magician? Of course."

You say, "And always...always, a death cultist in the truest sense. Not as a worshipper of death, but one who courts it, interrogates it, and tries to break its symmetry."

Dioe fixes you with a serene, lofty stare.

Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration.

You say, "Kigot, if the stories speak truly, was all of these. It would require merely a small leap of logic to assume that Kigot was aware of the demonic and their temptations."

Zehira nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

You ask, "I surmise all necromancers are to a degree. Is it possible that he also knew about Lichdom?"

You say, "That a dead man could possess his own corpse? I believe he did."

Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you.

You say, "The studies of the Luminary on the nature of the soul tell us that once the soul is stripped away and departs for the Starry Road, a powerful necromancer can, as a last resort, send its spirit and consciousness back into its corpse to continue as an undead being."

You say, "By now, I hope you can see the direction I am leading with this."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Well I can."

Dioe adjusts his tricorn hat into place.

You nod at Zehira, in complete agreement with her views.

You say, "Kigot, in his last moments, chose to become a Lich rather than be destroyed. Became something he probably abhorred rather than see the end to what he strove for."

You say, "This is why we imagined how a necromancer might appear. Because Jeihrem looks nothing like your typical necromancer."

You say, "Nothing like how we'd expect Kigot to look: a scholarly man, prone to study of magic and writing books."

Looking playful, Kazhal curls the tip of her tail into a curve.

You say, "And I'd agree."

You nod.

You say, "The idea that Jeihrem would be hunched over some desk, writing his book on the Profane by candlelight seems almost laughable."

Elurora chuckles.

Zehira laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

You say, "Some of us here have met him..."

You say, "That is not him."

Zehira nods.

Zehira shakes her head.

You say, "And yet, he *has* written a book."

You ask, "So where does that lead us?"

Zehira says in a regal accent, "It would also understand why one guild leader was so hell bent on keeping him on that island and why another called us stupid for speaking to him."

Elurora slowly asks, "Don't judge a book by its cover?"

Elurora flashes a quick grin at you.

You nod at Zehira, in complete agreement with her views.

You say to Elurora, "Perhaps."

You say, "I'd hazard to say he looks more like a paladin than any scholar, wielding his greatsword and plate armor instead of the iconic knife. Perhaps even a fallen paladin."

You gaze at Elurora.

Zehira nods to you.

You say, "Perhaps, the Lich was not always as he is. Perhaps over time, more of what he was has slipped away."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at you.

You ask, "Thus is my hypothesis: Kigot, with no options left before him as he fought the Hounds, chose to possess a body. But what could he do if his body was functionally destroyed during the battle?"

You say, "He chose to possess the only one available: that of a Paladin of the Hounds."

You say, "He wrenched control of the only surviving individual and became that man."

Elurora ponders.

Kazhal hums to herself.

You say, "Ironically, his name was Jeihrem Kralissa."

Eyst ponders.

You say, "Or maybe he simply decided to take the pseudonym to keep the same initials, J and K. I cannot say."

You say, "Whatever happened, the man known as Kigot had died."

You say, "I do not doubt that."

You say, "Over the next hundred years, the consciousness that was once Kigot also disappeared. Subsumed by the Profane and leaving us with the Lichlord."

You say, "My last point, It is impossible to discuss the legacy of Kigot without addressing the enigmatic figure known as the Old Man."

You say, "For many, he stands as proof that Kigot did not fall, but rose. That he transcended flesh and flame to become a being of higher insight, completing his Great Work."

You wave your hand dismissively.

You say, "It is evident he knows the name. However, he offers absolutely nothing else."

You say, "We can only infer what his expressionless response actually means."

Dioe frowns.

You say, "Many theorize this is because he is Kigot, returned in another form. Again, I do not."

You say, "I believe the Old Man knew Kigot, and perhaps even mentored him."

The Unholy Pupil gives a slight nod.

You say, "That he was the earlier explorer of the Alchemy of Flesh, and Kigot, his most treasured student. The one he encouraged to place necromancy on a moral axis."

You say, "As evidence, I submit these ideas."

You say, "When asked about the pursuit of Lichdom, the Old Man does not react with disgust or scorn, as one might expect from someone who had truly transcended life's limitations."

You say, "There is no dismissal of it as failure, nor any effort to draw a bright line between his supposed ascension and the crude prolongation of undeath."

You say, "Rather, he acknowledges the power one would gain by pursuit of that path. And at some points, his language is almost tender."

You say, "You were wondrous with what you attained with such little power. Remember that when you are granted so much more."

You say, "Those are his words."

You say, "That line, I believe, is easily overlooked. Yet, it drips with personal memory."

Zehira nods.

You say, "It does not speak of the path of necromancy as wondrous, but of you. A singular "you."

You say, "And to my ear, it feels less like a teacher guiding the living and more like an old friend remembering someone lost."

You say, "Someone who *was* wondrous."

You say, "Someone who did much with little."

You say, "And who he hoped might one day do even more, when the shackles of mortality were gone."

You ask, "Who else could that be, if not Kigot? Who else would the Old Man remember in such a way?"

You say, "None of the other names in necromancy immediately spring to mind as viable candidates, truly."

You say, "If he were Kigot, why speak of Kigot as another? Why such restraint and ambiguity? The simplest answer, as ever, is often the truest."

You say, "Because he is not Kigot. He never was. He was, instead, his predecessor. His guide. And Kigot perhaps, was his greatest failure."

You say, "In conclusion..."

You smile.

You say, "If we accept this theory, that Jonathan Kigot did not ascend, but fell into Lichdom. That Jeihrem is not some other, previously unknown power, but the echo of Kigot twisted and stripped of self."

You say, "Then we must also reckon with what that means for the Great Work."

You say, "The Philosophy of the Knife was never billed as a path of safety. It was born from peril, from exile, from the scrutiny of divine judgment."

You say, "If Kigot erred, it was not in his morality, but in his desperation. It was not the Profane who seduced him, but the Hounds who cornered him."

You say, "And when all other choices turned to ash, he reached for the last, most blasphemous one."

You say, "The irony is sharp. The founder of the most rigorous moral structure in necromancy now remembered as its most powerful failure."

You say, "But perhaps that is fitting. "The space between a man and a monster is the width of a knife," we've been told. The Old Man knows this."

You say, "It may be why he does not truly speak of Kigot. Not to protect his own identity...but to protect Kigot's memory from the truth he cannot unmake."

You say, "The only remaining question is this:"

You ask, "Can the Philosophy of the Knife, the moral guidance in the use of necromancy, survive knowing that its progenitor was ultimately a failure? That almost the entirety of its existence, is likely based on a profound lie?"

You bob a brief, respectful bow.

You clear your throat.

Elurora ponders.

Dioe smirks.

You ask, "Debate?"

You smile.

Zehira curtsies to you.

Eyst says, "Oh, indeed."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Very good."

You gaze at Eyst.

Kazhal says in a Surlaenisan accent, "Most things people believe are in fact based upon a lie of some sort."

Dioe says in a nautical accent, "'Tis an interesting interpretation of history, mate, and carries with it an interesting warning that I am surprised to hear ye give."

You nod at Kazhal, in complete agreement with her views.

You say to Dioe, "What do you mean? I do not wish to infer."

Dioe says to you in a nautical accent, "That Kigot, seeking transcendence and failing, became Jeihrem, a wretched being of no will, beholden to the demons he was forced to rely on for his current existence - or such was my feeling after hearing ye speak."

You nod to Dioe.

Eyst says to you, "Of course I'd like to say that on the whole, it makes for an interesting theory, and well told at that. The idea of the sole remaining paladin being possessed by the spirit of his quarry is dripping with dramatic irony, and certainly makes one wonder."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "What we know to be fact is that Zamidren is the Triumphant, that Zamidren is the only one to complete the Great Work, barring the Luminary and X's secrets. What we know is that Zamidren was and is desperate to keep Lord Jeihrem on that island."

The Unholy Pupil frowns.

You say to Dioe, "Aren't we all beholden to someone or something? Jeihrem has taught us much. And has always warned the powers we cavort with are dangerous."

Dioe says to Zehira in a nautical accent, "Aye. He knows the risks Jeihrem and the powers upon which he calls better than most, and wishes to keep them contained."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "And what we do not know, is any of Lord Jeihrem's secrets, except what he has told us, and that he always puncuates with...everything..everything we do has a price."

You say to Zehira, "Yes, I've wondered at the animosity between Zamidren and Jeihrem as well."

Zehira nods to you.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "As have I, fore it is great."

The Unholy Pupil says, "But why? I would presume for the same reason that a Lyras caged was better than one who breached the Barrier. Amassing power and continuing to slide down a path that threatens everything is not beneficial to any of us."

You say, "Perhaps, Jeihrem thinks him such an incompetent because he merely stole another's work. And he took offense at that."

Dioe nods to the Unholy Pupil.

Kazhal asks you in a Surlaenisan accent, "But if he lost himself as you say, would he even remember his accomplishments as Kigot?"

Zehira asks the Unholy Pupil in a regal accent, "Yet if that were true, we would not be Jeihrem's students, we would not have students of our own to follow our path. Surely another guild leader would stop of of the Lord's teaching, yes?"

You say to Kazhal, "Perhaps. Its been many decades since he openly moved against Zamidren. And the only reference we have to his last name is the book he authored. He doesn't use it, himself."

Zehira mutters something into the air about what Book did to the island.

The Unholy Pupil says to Zehira, "Assuming they have the resources and ability to do so. It's not as if there's a Council to just remove a leader who doesn't toe the line."

Zehira says to the Unholy Pupil in a regal accent, "Of course not, but one would think that they would get tired of, Ershta and Nefis. I mean we are only two people."

Zehira laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

You say to Eyst, "Are you not dissatisfied with what you've been told by the various teachers around? I surmise, at least Xerasyth and Zamidren knows full well who Jeihrem truly is."

Zehira nods to you.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "I certainly believe that they both do as well. The Luminary only says he is dangerous."

You say, "They warn us away from him. Because they know how it happened."

You say to Kazhal, "To finish my thought on that. So that might be evidence that who he was is further slipping."

You ask, "But can anyone offer further evidence that the Old Man was Kigot?"

You say, "I'd be welcome to hear it. Prove me wrong."

Kazhal says in a Surlaenisan accent, "The Luminary seems like she is old enough to have been alive when Kigot died. Elotheans are rather long lived."

You nod to Kazhal.

The Unholy Pupil points at a door.

The Unholy Pupil says, "It saw a way for Lyras, I wonder what It would think about Jeihrem."

Eyst says to you, "It wouldn't be surprised if the Elders of the Philosophy knew his identity. Despite his overt disagreement with the Philosophy he does seem to be firmly in its orbit. I don't expect it will be proven by the facts we have at our disposal. I would more take issue with the inference that Kigot's supposed fall would have any dire implications to the future of the Philosophy."

Elurora rubs her nose.

Dioe gazes at Eyst.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "There is no future of the Philosophy, it is only as it is."

You say to Eyst, "Only insomuch as the myth surrounding him is used, I would say, to convince people that the Great Work is achievable, that transcendence is possible."

Zehira says to you in a regal accent, "Well.."

Elurora quietly says to you, "Have you asked Bards to look over any areas that might have clues? Since they can sometimes see bits of the past..."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Unless Book is lying."

Zehira bursts out in a sudden snort of laughter.

You say, "And yet...do we truly know if *any*one has accomplished it? We think this of Old Man. But he could be something else entirely."

Kazhal grins at Zehira, her dimples flashing into view.

Dioe says to Zehira in a nautical accent, "Philosophy is a recruitment tool. That is my belief."

You say to Elurora, "That would be a good step."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Of course it is, but never believe what Zamidren tells you."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "I'd believe Xerasyth before him."

Gridaksma chortles softly at some secret joke.

Dioe grins.

You say, "I wonder if the Xala'shar are the result of the battle between the Hounds and Kigot."

The Unholy Pupil says to you, "Fair point, It could have lied this entire time. On the other hand It did seem a little saddened. Seems lonely more than malevolent."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Though he did kick me out of the guild and killed me."

You say, "The remnants of necromancy curse those men."

The Unholy Pupil chuckles at Zehira.

Dioe says in a nautical accent, "There are many who hate the gods, who believe that nature is unfair, and destructive - who yearn to escape the brutal cycle of life and death."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "And then there's his lab."

Eyst says to you, "Perhaps those believing such things would be met with disappointment. I couldn't say how many believe such a thing. The most accepted information we have is simply that Johnathon Kigot died some hundred and fifty years ago and his students got on well enough without him."

Kazhal says in a Surlaenisan accent, "Honestly, I don't trust any of them. Those who have power covet it and the protect it."

Dioe says to Kazhal in a nautical accent, "Until it's taken from them, aye."

You nod to the Unholy Pupil.

You say to the Unholy Pupil, "Yes, loneliness. He, it, does seem that."

Zehira says to Eyst in a regal accent, "I think we all believe in things that could be met with disappointment. I don't think there is one of us that has not met with it."

Eyst says to you, "Perhaps it is not what you're saying, but I would merely take issue that an idea, or those followers of an idea, might be tainted by the failings of those that came before them."

The Unholy Pupil nods.

You say, "Remarkably, most "Philosophers" don't seem to philosophize much on subjects like this at all. Perhaps, their lead rope is too tight."

Dioe says in a nautical accent, "If Book can achieve transcendence, it is possible."

Kazhal says to Eyst in a Surlaenisan accent, "Isn't that in every part of life? We are all "marked" or "tainted" by those who came before us."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "It probably chokes them."

Eyst says to Kazhal, "Perhaps another cycle the Philosophers might break free from."

Dioe laughs!

Dioe says in a nautical accent, "Philosophers are idealists, but transcendence is a worthy goal."

You say, "Zehira and I intend to go search through the Xala'shar encampment after this to see if we might discover any scraps of evidence."

The Unholy Pupil says, "I think it's telling that most move on to someone beyond Book very quickly in their journey."

You nod to the Unholy Pupil.

Dioe says to Zehira in a nautical accent, "When I learn the truth, or transcend and put him to the test, I shall let ye know."

Kazhal says to Eyst in a Surlaenisan accent, "Is it possible for any being to break free from that cycle? It seems as every being is stuck in this behavior. Take for example the little spat between the Immortals and Heralds."

You say, "Though, I fear many still either hold onto his rhetoric or find themselves incapable of enduring the trials and seek to return to the Gods."

Eyst says to you, "Perhaps. I expect we must all make do with what tools are available to us. Johnathon Kigot, whether dead or a lich does not seem like a particularly viable avenue to me."

You wave your hand dismissively.

You say to Eyst, "Yes, Kigot is irrelevant at this point."

You say, "For all intents and purposes, whatever happened, he is dead."

Eyst says to you, "Which is not to say that the ultimate fate of the man isn't material. Writings or artifacts that might be uncovered in such learning would of course be quite relevant."

Zehira grins at Dioe, her dimples flashing into view.

You ask, "BUt without starting at the beginning and learning the truth of these mysteries, how can we adequately move on and discover more?"

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Yes Sailor you do that."

Dioe grins.

The Unholy Pupil says, "Irrelevant perhaps, but his death or undeath at least presented an interesting conversation starter."

You say to Eyst, "And more importantly, what is being *hidden* from us."

Eyst gives a slight nod.

Elurora quietly says to Gridaksma, "Oddly, it's kind of nice to know my guild isn't the only with secrets."

Eyst says to you, "Indeed. Seldom a thing is hidden without reason."

Gridaksma chuckles at Elurora.

Dioe says in a nautical accent, "His influence runs deep, and his text calls to some who then pursue secrets that benefit more than themselves. I am glad to learn more of his history, and of his possible fates."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at Gridaksma.

Gridaksma says to Elurora, "The sad part is your guild's secrets are older than some of those being discussed now."

Kazhal says in a Surlaenisan accent, "If anything, it is kind of funny to think that a Paladin might be the Lich of Basalt."

Kazhal giggles a little oddly.

Elurora shrugs.

You ask Elurora, "Have you heard of anything else about this paladin of the Hounds that was the lone survivor?"

Zehira says to Kazhal in a regal accent, "And yet, fitting."

Elurora shakes her head at you.

You say to Elurora, "One would assume, he'd be heralded as a hero."

Elurora says to you, "My guild isn't very forthcoming with things like that. They arrested Sir Oane simply for looking for the truth of things."

Zehira asks in a regal accent, "And wasn't it said he returned from this great fight with merely a broken leg?"

Kazhal asks you in a Surlaenisan accent, "Was the Paladins name recorded?"

You shake your head at Kazhal.

Gridaksma says, "Perhaps he was trying to attempt a second bonding."

Elurora glances at Gridaksma.

Gridaksma says, "Different result it seems."

Dioe asks Zehira in a nautical accent, "Do ye hold a theory as to who Jeihrem was before he came to his current form?"

You say, "I still can't decide whether I'm more interested in the possible coincidence of the names both being JK or that the only survivor was a paladin and Jeihrem chooses to look like one."

You say, "I heard the recent festival had quite the selection of gear that seemed similar."

Kazhal says to you in a Surlaenisan accent, "Both are very interesting points."

The Unholy Pupil says, "It is an interesting bit of trivia."

Eyst nods in agreement.

Zehira says to Dioe in a regal accent, "It's always been a theory that he was someone important, that he was someone known before he became a Lich. His look, is name, why Book and X got so so angry at us."

Dioe nods to Zehira.

Zehira nods to you.

The Unholy Pupil frowns.

Zehira says to Dioe in a regal accent, "And he did not just come out of no where. He did not just appear."

Zehira says in a regal accent, "If you believe Zamidren as his risen was guarding his office he was fighting Jeihrem long before he attacked the Crossing. He was able to keep him secured on the island until Jeihrem broke through his wards."

You ask, "Any other points anyone would like to make or anything anyone would like to challenge?"

The Unholy Pupil says, "I don't think either of you are appreciating the damage someone who has given themselves over to the demonic could do. There's perfectly good reasoning to suppress him."

You cock your head.

You say to the Unholy Pupil, "I think We are significantly more prepared than oyu think."

Kazhal says in a Surlaenisan accent, "Almost as much damage as any Cleric could cause."

Elurora glances at Kazhal.

The Unholy Pupil asks you, "Prepared to do what?"

Zehira says to the Unholy Pupil in a regal accent, "And I think we have seen and felt exactly what they can do."

You say, "To appreciate what happens to someone who has pledged to the demonic."

Kazhal says to Elurora in a Surlaenisan accent, "It would be like being me being an ant and you stepping on me."

Elurora says to Kazhal, "I have no desire to squash you or an ant."

The Unholy Pupil shrugs.

Zehira says to the Unholy Pupil in a regal accent, "Let's just say, I didn't always look like this."

Elurora asks Kazhal, "Or did you mean the damage a Cleric could cause?"

Kazhal says to Elurora in a Surlaenisan accent, "But you do see what I mean? It wouldn't matter if it was You or Zehira who stepped on me. The end result would be the same."

Elurora ponders.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Yes you would be squished."

Elurora says to Kazhal, "No, because I wouldn't seek to cause you harm, but I see your point."

The Unholy Pupil says, "Assuming your idea about Kigot is correct, I find no fault with using that path as a last resort, but I've already been through getting used by a lich and would rather sit on the fence."

Zehira nods to Kazhal.

You say to Kazhal, "But the end result changes when you harbor the right allies. In both cases."

The Unholy Pupil looks over Zehira very closely.

Dioe gazes at the Unholy Pupil.

Elurora lightly says to the Unholy Pupil, "I hope it isn't one of those pointy fences."

Elurora flashes a quick grin at the Unholy Pupil.

Kazhal says to you in a Surlaenisan accent, "True. In most situations I like to avoid being stepped on by giant boots."

Zehira laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

You smirk.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "And his boot still holds that firey rubbish."

Kazhal peers quizzically at Zehira.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "His boot was on fire, it has the meltiny part, he has a few scars. He's still quite scary though."

Elurora gazes off into the distance.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "I yelled at him the last time I saw him, it did not go well."

You say, "I believe we are effectively concluded. The conversation seems to be dying down."

You ask Zehira, "Did you want to go look around the Xala'shar encampment?"

Elurora says, "And I will be due in Arthe for the concert before long. Thank you for allowing me to listen."

Elurora bows to you.

Zehira says to you in a regal accent, "Yes we can do that and anyone else that will like to come."

Elurora bows to Gridaksma.

Dioe says to you in a nautical accent, "Ye have a gift for scholarship, mate. I enjoyed hearing ye speak."

Kazhal gently kisses Zehira on the cheek.

Elurora nods politely.

Zehira gently kisses Kazhal on the cheek.

Zehira says in a regal accent, "Never."

Kazhal gives Zehira a friendly nudge as she brushes her tail against her waist.

Eyst says to you, "Challenging ideas and invigorating discussion as always."

Kazhal says to you in a Surlaenisan accent, "Thank you for giving me things to consider."

You nod to Eyst.

Zehira says to you in a regal accent, "I will meet you outside the encampment."

The Unholy Pupil says, "I'd love to go, but I'm still not... Enjoy yourselves."

Gridaksma says to you, "I appreciate your discussion this evening."

You nod to Gridaksma.

You say, "Thank you for coming."