Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-30014014-20190626045453

"Ohh, so...that's what it looks like from inside!" Silvana's emerald eyes shine brightly against the gold crafted and jewel-encrusted gate leading beyond. Tempted to touch, she is never-the-less, called back by her convenanter "Ma'am--

"Cookie-butter!" Her voice retorts.

"What?"

"Sirgus, you keep calling me from some boring formal name. We both know we're more than that and I won't answer until you bring the appropriate noun!"

The wind-walker stutters in embarrassement "We have a traveler--

"Who cares?! I'm sure he knows what a convenant pact involves anyway! Now, if you excuse me--" Her lips part again, admiring the door, looking to touch it.

Stuttering still, the man does...give in, using a prefix he would never speak in front of a stranger "Hum...sweety...pie?"

"Yes?" The flying sylph glides and rushes for her convenanter, the latter, dense in crimson cheeks. His turban mask couldn't have been present in a better time, though these words did not mind him.

"I would have to ask you not to make any serious contact with the door until he is ready. You know whoever lies behind would screech in outrage".

"Ohh...yeah! I forgot how boring he is!"

"Outlander. Beyond this door..." The wind-walker turns to the mage with his bird "...lies a powerful sultan whose greed turned to a gilded lich. The origin of these things we fought outside and the traps we passed through. I must warn you to prepare yourself for this will not be easy. SHould you decide to turn, we will not shame you for it..."