Nawain/Logs/20260501

Cambin just arrived.

You blink.

Cambin nods.

You cringe.

Cambin says, "Greetings, rasa."

You stand back up.

[Zoluren Royal Mews, Training Field] (170012)

Another practice area opens up, with the scent of fresh grass and the smell of horses in sharp contrast to the fragrant roses planted against a nearby brick wall.  Wooden barrels and fences provide the perfect opportunity for practicing jumps and turns.

You also see some crossbow bolts, a small rock, a coppery saluki puppy flaunting a goldenglow glaes collar and jadeleaf snood and an oak tree strung with garlands of thistle and amber-hued gaethzen orbs.

Also here: Cambin who is shining with a dark golden glow.

Obvious paths: northeast, southwest.

Room Number: 7621

You say in a Rakash accent, "I... Uh... I c-can't talk to you, vrali."

Cambin waves his hand distractedly.

(Nawain backs up against her tree.)

You shake your head.

You regretfully say in a Rakash accent, "I'm sorry. I really am. But I can't."

You pull an oak tree's ladder release rope out from its hiding place.

You pull the release rope attached to an oak tree, lowering a ladder from above.

You climb up into the heights of an oak tree.

[Nawain's Home]

A grimwood table with pedestal carved as a leafless tree and a circular glass tabletop caught in the branches of a sculpted metal tree with some stuff on it rest upon the silverwood floor of this tidy workshop.  A basalt fireplace embellished with moss agates, with a glossy wyndewood game wheel inlaid with a myriad of gems hanging above it, burns from its resting place at the edge of the moss-green rug covering the silverwood floor.  Tapestry walls enclose the area, holding in its strong smell of eghmok potion.

You also see a bewhiskered ash grey Musparan dog, a huge silverbirch-framed window inset with moss-green glass, a door, a large black shadowbark apothecary's cabinet inlaid with fanciful kiralan herbs with several things on it and a mossy-green cushion of fine silk.

Obvious exits: none.

Cambin climbs in through the door.

Cambin sighs.

You mumble something unprintable.

(Nawain backs away from the door.)

Cambin says, "Yes, yes, the Inquisitor and all."

Cambin waves his hand distractedly.

The door suddenly closes!

> send rileos Rileos! He's here!

You are unable to make mental contact and your thought fails to project.

Cambin says, "Unimportant. There's a lesson you must learn."

You wince.

You miserably ask in a Rakash accent, "More lessons?"

Cambin gets a grusana kaft formed from a solid piece of blackened steel from inside his war belt.

Cambin taps a grusana kaft formed from a solid piece of blackened steel that he is holding.

Cambin ponders.

You gaze at Cambin.

Cambin says, "I don't think I'll be needing this."

(Nawain's eyes flick from the blade to your face.)

Cambin says, "But you've been sad lately. Not your normal self. Not spending time with others, just sitting outside your trees by yourself."

You cringe.

Cambin asks, "Surely you'd like to get out once in a while?"

You say in a Rakash accent, "Rileos... told me to lay low. To drink water and stay put."

You gaze at Cambin.

Cambin says, "Well, the sticking to water might be a good idea. Your liver has taken a bit of a hit lately, healing remedies or not."

You wring your hands nervously.

Cambin says, "But you really should get out, enoy life."

Cambin nods.

Cambin says, "Enjoy, rather."

Cambin says, "<redacted Word>."

You kneel down upon the ground.

You listen intently to the sounds around you.

You breathe as quietly as you can.

Cambin says, "Now, rasa, you're going to start to feel social. You're going to seek out meetings and gatherings of people. You may not even know why you're showing up to an event, or even what the event is, until you get there. You'll just go, automatically and unthinkingly."

You tonelessly say in a Rakash accent, "Yes, vrali."

Cambin asks, "But once you're there, you'll enjoy yourself. Be happy. Have a good time. You understand?"

You say in a Rakash accent, "Yes, vrali."

Cambin nods.

Cambin says, "Let me see your hand."

(Nawain holds out her hand, palm up.)

(Cambin uses his kaft to cut the palm of your hand, just enough to bleed.)

(Nawain doesn't flinch, just watches the blood welling in her palm.)

Cambin puts his kaft in his war belt.

Cambin says, "There. Just for fun. You can wake up now."

You blink.

You wince.

Cambin exclaims, "Rasa! You must be careful. You cut yourself!"

(Nawain peers at her hand, wincing.)

You say in a Rakash accent, "Ow! Oh, bother..."

(Nawain hisses and tends the wound.)

You ask in a Rakash accent, "How did that happen..?"

Cambin says, "Simple distraction, I think. You weren't expecting to see me. I was just here to check up on you."

Cambin nods.

You nibble on your lip.

Cambin says, "This is a very nice place you have. I'd like a tour sometime. But I don't want you to get in trouble with Rileos, so I'll be on my way."

You nod.

Cambin asks, "Just like I was never here, right?"

Cambin smiles.

You say in a Rakash accent, "Yes. Never here."

Cambin says, "And do be careful, rasa."

Cambin nods.

You give a slight nod.

You say in a Rakash accent, "You too."

Cambin unlocks the door.

Cambin opens the door.

Cambin waves.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Cambin walks through the door.

You close the door.

You lock the door.

You shudder.

You sit down.

You mumble something unprintable.

(Nawain gazes at her hand, her mind a jumble of panic and confusion.)

(Nawain goes for her fratvarit, and swears again as she remembers that it is empty.)