Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160727044536

The Elven Ranger leads Praetor through the stone paths and ancient archways of the city, taking him to the palace. It is old, its carefully tended gardens and old-growth trees as much of the city as the ancient stone buildings. The palace is unremarkable, but beautifully furnished in the light fashion of Elvenkind, and it is in one of the rear chambers, soft and silk-draped, that Lucida is being kept, along with her unconscious sisters.

Melandil intercepts Praetor before he is taken into the room. He pulls him aside, speaking quietly, and with a troubled expression.

"Lucida has not spoken, nor eaten since she arrived.   I do not wish to press her, but... "

He is silent for many moments. "Did my...did Ibrahim ever speak to you about what he believed was going to happen?  Did he ever speak to you about the Glyph? "

He looks at Praetor. "Whom else that you know of would know anything about it, what it was capable of?  He never confided in me after he left Arenesse.  He became withdrawn, and rarely contacted me.  Did he ever give any indication of his knowledge of the Glyph?"

He gestures towards Rhun and Nezon,  who are in the distance,  caring for the girls. "They remain untouched by its effects.  The strength in your Living Armor seems to be returning.  Why?  Have you had any contact with the Glyph?"