From: owner-willowholt-l@murkworks.net on behalf of Mosquito
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Sent: Wednesday, July 22, 1998 3:53 PM
To: willowholt-l@murkworks.net
Subject: [willowholt-l] (log) At Their Sorrow's End?

Log Cast: Talek (logger/editor), Dusk, Savah, Rainor, emitted Sun
Villagers
Log Date: 7/22/98

NOTE:  After attempting to escape and failing, Talek and Dusk were
temporarily held in Lrilanya's chambers, Talek left unconscious after
falling and slamming his head into the ground hard, and Dusk left to
watch over him and defend him from Lrilanya's all-too-curious
demeanor.  Eventually the Garado called for Talek's uncle, Evenek, who
came and fetched them both, relieving Lrilanya of her custody over
Dusk; strangely enough, Lrilanya didn't argue and allowed him to take
them both without argument.
        More surprises came when Evenek quite simply released them
both, leaving them at the exit to the desert.  While Dusk was left in
rather harsh shape because of Lrilanya's negligence, Talek was in
surprisingly fairly good shape and managed to lead the pair in the
general direction of where the desert oasis of Sorrow's End lied..
END NOTE

----------
It's been a bit of a trek since being released from the Underworld, but 
for Dusk, it's felt like an endless journey. Already undernourished from
 lack of proper food, she's weak, ribs poking against her furred skin.
 It's such that she needs to use Talek for all the support she can get,
 hoping he can hold out as well. The brighter conditions outside are
 also an extreme change, leaving her squinting all the way.

Talek helps as best he can, yet it is awkward having to hunch down to
 assist her and walk at the same time. One assumes that Evenek helped
 them out at least somewhat, so the journey from the Underworld entrance
 to the rocks of Sorrow's End was bearable at least. Thank the High Ones
 he remembered the way! After resting outside the Village for a while in
 effort to regain both of their strength, he now tries to help her climb
 up over the rocks into the Village.

Though her head is down, Dusk can recognize bits and pieces of the area,
 having visited before, turns ago. "Talek.." she murmurs quietly,
 lifting her head for a moment. "We're..here.." She takes the necessary
 time to catch a breath and then, she moves along again with Talek.

** Aye, ** is Talek's soft reply, gaze lifted towards the rocks. He
 stumbles a few times, not used to climbing after spending so much time
 in the shaped tunnels of the Underworld, then making the travel over
 the sandy desert. He tries to move up carefully and support Dusk at the
 same time, but doesn't quite make it once in a while. He glances down
 to Dusk briefly after a particularly hard stumble, to see if she's all
 right, and in that same moment a spear point jabs in between them. 

"Stop where you are. Now."

Dusk halts as the spearpoints are thrust towards herself and Talek,
 though they might be more directed at him. She's forced to sit down out
 of weariness, and she asks, "What's going on?"

"Let her go." A dark-skinned elf with narrow green eyes scowls more at
 Talek than at Dusk. Its only one, but two others stand behind him, a
 female brandishing a spear of her own and another male clenching a bow
 and arrow. "Let her go, Underworlder. Right now. And leave."

Talek immediately crouches to help Dusk, then looks up with a startled
 blink at the words of the Sun Village's guard. ** But.. I'm not..! **

** Stop. ** Dusk's send can be clearly heard by all, and it is firm
 despite her appearance. ** He's not hurting me. ** Reaching for Talek
 to draw him closer, she protests the guards' belief otherwise. "We were
 both captured and taken to the Underworld..we just got out, and we need
 help.."

After a hesitant pause, Talek is drawn down, but his arms encircle her
 to try and help her up. ** She needs a healer! ** he blurts, though
 he's not quite certain if that's true or not. It could just be the
 journey or exhaustion, but.. He won't risk it. Seeing the hesitance in
 the guard's eyes, he bites his lip and sends, ** Please! **

The female guard lowers her spear, casting an uneasy brown-eyed glance
 towards her male companions. "Maybe he's telling the truth.." 

"Maybe not." The second male keeps his bow ready and arrow aimed. "They
 have ways of twisting the truth to suit their liking!"

The female argues in response, "But the girl sent he wasn't hurting
 her!" To that is drawn blank stares. Obviously the two male guards
 don't have ability to recieve sending as the female can. A common thing
 among the Sun Folk.

Dusk struggles to her feet, her eyes narrowing on the male guard. "I'm
 Dusk of the Willowholt, and this is Talek of the Willowholt. He's an
 Underworlder, but he's /not/ like them!" She has to stop after this, to
 catch a breath - she's that exhausted. She doesn't try to argue the
 point with the male, agreeing with him. "Aye, we were down there, and
 they tried to make me believe things that weren't true..but what do I
 have to do to prove Talek's not a threat?" She winces, legs buckling
 for a moment, and a hand places itself to the ground to support her.

"I believe her!" The female, black-tressed with rust-red eyes, pipes and
 lowers her spear completely, gaze flickering between the two. "Zeetehn,
 put the spear down."

The green-eyed male, probably Zeetehn since he's the only male wielding
 a spear, does not comply, yet eyes both Talek and Dusk warily. "He
 might've messed with her mind too!" he points out in protest, casting a
 sidelong glance over his shoulder towards his two companions. "We don't
 know that her mind is hers!"

** I didn't! ** Talek's sending is desperate, edged with weary
 frustration. ** I'm from Willowholt too! Stop this! **

The second male hesitates, returning the female's glance, then says
 gruffly, "We could call for the Sun-Toucher. Or Savah. They would
 know."

Dusk looks with defiance at Zeetehn. "Stop being difficult, please!" She
 puts herself between him and Talek. "If you want to hurt him, you're
 going to have to deal with me first." Not that she's much of a threat
 right now. However, at the mention of Savah, she nods her head
 furiously. "Aye, please, get Savah.."

There is a collective sigh of relief, the loudest coming from poor
 Talek, and the two Sun Village males indicate for the female to call
 for her. She can send; the others can't. As Talek holds Dusk tightly,
 offering support, the maiden closes her eyes in concentration and
 reaches out..

You paged Savah with 'You recieve a sending from one of the few
 Villagers that can send. It is awkward and weak, but feminine. So
 unstable and without support that the words themselves seem to quaver.
 ** S-Savah? Mo-Mother of M-M-Memory? **'.

>From afar, Savah establishes contact, the warm golden glow of her send
 unmistakable. ** Yes, child? **

Dusk leans against Talek, as she waits to see what comes of things. **
 Why don't they trust us, Talek? ** she sends, forgetting others who
 might overhear it.

You paged Savah with '** Th-There's two elves here. The gi-girl said
 the-they're from Willowh-holt. ** A brief pause as the Village female
 collects her strength to focus the sending as best she can. ** O-One of
 the-them looks like an Underworlder-er, but says he is-sn't. Can-Could
 you check it out f-for us, please? **'.

Might. The girl looks too distracted, struggling to send and
 concentrating so hard she doesn't recieve the open sending. The males
 have already proven themselves unable to hear them. Talek, though,
 recieves it with practiced ease and offers a faint smile. ** Remember
 the Raid some turns ago? That got Simmel? Maybe they're afraid it'll
 happen again.. **

>From afar, Savah sends gentle affirmation. ** I will be there. **
Savah arrives from the crossroad.
Savah has arrived.

Rainor arrives from the crossroad.
Rainor has arrived.

Savah gives the clustered villagers and jackwolfriders a warm smile
 before approaching the visitors.
Savah looks at you.

Talek [and Dusk] are on the rocks, a trio of guards surrounding them. A
 male is poking a spear right in Talek's face, another male standing
 behind him with a relaxed bow and quiver. The female, source of the
 sending, only now relaxes, strain washing away from her face. Her eyes
 open, focusing first on Dusk and Talek, then looking around to keep an
 eye out for Savah. "She's coming." At her arrival, she urges the pair
 as well as her fellow guardsmen down. Talek, gingerly, tries to assist
 Dusk on the way down, looking mildly relieved.

Rainor caries a basket of fruit he grabbed in the dancing square

Dusk nods quietly to Talek, still leaning against him from her spot
 seated on the ground. ** I remember, but I wasn't there for it. ** For
 those that are just seeing her now, she looks terribly weak from
 undernourishment, more or less scrawny in appearance. Some ribs can be
 made out beneath her fur, and...it looks as though someone's taken a
 knife to parts of that fur, more around her head. There's a scar along
 a cheek, as well.

Talek himself doesn't look any worse for wear except for the bright
 flush of sunburn on his face and down his arms. His otherwise pale face
 is drawn with worry and confusion, and a nasty red spot stains the back
 of his head. ** Nor I. ** He tries to help her to her feet and, if
 succeeded, down onto the path. ** Can you walk..? **

Savah studies the two very different elves for a moment, then approaches
 them, addressing each in turn. ** Talek. You have been our visitor at
 Festivals in the past, when your kinfolk were still peaceful. ** She
 adds out loud to Dusk. "And Dusk, of the Willowholt. You were a child
 when last you visited us. You are both welcome, my friends."

"See?" Sharply, the female elbows the male bearing the spear, shattering
 whatever dignity was left in his stance. "I /told/ you!"

Rainor holds out the basket of fruit, "Are you hungry?"

Dusk finds a weak smile as she works up the energy to stand more
 properly, though she allows Talek to assist her. ** I wouldn't mind
 your help, Talek. ** she sends, before looking up, up at Savah. "My
 eyes see with joy, Savah..I hadn't known you were freed all this time.
 It's been awhile since I was here." She nods to Rainor, but says, "Do
 you have any meat..?"

** Thank you.. ** Talek's sending is quiet, watching the three villagers
 through the corners of his eyes as they bicker, then scatter back to
 their posts. Then, at the question, he turns his head to regard the
 fruit quietly. After a long moment, he merely shakes his head in
 negative.

Savah tells the gathered villages. "I believe our visitors would like a
 place to rest, as well as food and drink." She asks Talek and Dusk
 gently. "Would you like to rest first, or will you tell me your tale
 while a proper place of rest is prepared?"

Rainor says "not with me"

The furred Wolfrider casts a glance to Talek, leaving it up to him. But
 she offers, "I could last a bit longer before I collapse.." She finds
 the ability to smile, at least.

The villagers, once assured by Savah, quickly gather to help the two
 visitors back to the shade of the village. Water, at least, is fetched
 at once.

Savah walks toward the crossroads.
Savah has left.

Dusk walks toward the crossroads.
Dusk has left.

[Talek and Dusk follow the Mother of Memory and Rainor through the
 crossroads, through the Dancing Square, and eventually into Savah's own
 Hut, the Hall of Memory..]

You step into the cool interior of Savah's house.
Hall of Memory
A circular room containing a low bench. The high domed ceiling soars up
 into restful shadows. Framed by a circle of painstakingly worked
 stained glass is a chair, lovingly shaped from silky smooth stone. The
 floor is painted pale blue and inlaid with tiles of russet and opal in
 a circular pattern. From the high ceiling are suspended fringed
 tapestries on either side of Savah's chair, with a multitude of pale
 pastel square panels patterned with floral designs. A carpet of scarlet
 fabric with a gold border lies at one edge of the room beneath Savah's
 chair.
The colored panes behind Savah's chair flicker with a gentle light.
Contents:
Dusk
Rainor
Savah
Murals
Obvious exits:
Ahdri's Chamber<W>  Savah's Chamber<S>  Out<SE>  

Savah watches as Dusk and Talek are settled by bustling villagers, and
 offered water. Her wide eyes show concern, as well as a certain
 thoughtfulness.

Talek's head is ducked by this time, avoiding the looks he's managed to
 gather on the short trip through the Village as he assists Dusk in
 walking, attention divided between her and following the Mother of
 Memory. Once inside, he allows the Villagers to settle him somewhere,
 yet his grasp on Dusk doesn't waver in the slightest.

Rainor looks at you.

[Rainor]
A handsome young elf looking to be eagerly aproaching adulthood. His
 skin is a smooth even dark tan color, he is of average height for those
 of his tribe.. His sparkling violet eyes are round, wide and glint
 cheerfully and thoughtfully in the light. His long black hair is
 braided down his back a little past his waist, and around his forehead
 is a metal circlet. He is wearing a slightly too large tunic and pants,
 on his feet are leather sandals.

[Talek]
Although not as tall as a Glider, this young elf is nevertheless tall,
 and his height is emphasized by his slender frame. His skin, even with
 a light hint of the touch of the Daystar to it, is unusually pale; his
 hair, thick and straight, is a long fall of pale silver. Large and
 slanted within the feline cast of his features, his eyes are the dark
 translucent silver-grey of water shrouded in darkness. By habit, he
 communicates by sending, and his mental 'voice' carries with it an
 unconscious clarity, a compulsion for attention that makes him easily
 heard even if he sends softly.
He is clad in form-fitting leathers of variegated hues of dark blue and
 grey: a sleeveless, high-collared wraparound tunic, breeches, soft
 calf-high boots. His hair is tied back from his face into a dangling
 tail that reaches past his shoulderblades, neatly confined save for a
 few strands that occasionally drift into his languid eyes.
Carrying:
Stone ring(#6008I)

Savah locksends ** It is considered polite among the Underworlders to
 only send in conversation. Do you feel so, as well? **

Most of the words from Dusk are a series of thank you's for all the
 help, and she is seated comfortably, gratefully accepting of the water
 and such. She may not have all her strength yet, but in some way, she
 still looks better just being free, as though something's there in her
 green-on-yellow eyes. She murmurs to Talek, "They don't hate you..they
 just don't know you're not like the rest of those Underworlders.." She
 noticed the looks, too.

You locksend ** ((mingled, tired surprise)) I.. don't mind.. either way.
 I send.. because I want to, but.. I don't take offense anymore at those
 who don't. ** to Savah.

Talek's smoky gaze rests on Savah a moment, tired surprise evident, then
 looks to Dusk as she speaks. He offers her a crooked, but faded grin.
 ** I know. ** "Heh." ** ... I know. **

Rainor glances at Savah, then turns to smile at the guests.

Savah gives Talek a slight nod, and tells the villagers. "It will be
 more comfortable for our visitors to send. You will learn their story
 later." Most of the villagers withdraw reluctantly at the hint from
 Savah, a few wandering in and out during the conversation as the
 appropriate food is located and offered.

Savah seats herself in her chair, a graver expression on her finely
 featured face once the room is quiet. ** Though I would rather see you
 properly rested first, I have come to fear for the safety of my
 children. Please, tell me your story. **

You locksend to Dusk, Talek's sending is tentative, worried for just how
 tired you are. ** Do you.. Should I.. Can you..? ** Somehow, creating a
 complete sentence doesn't come very easily.

Dusk seems as grateful as ever to have a supply of meat brought, and it
 matters not to her whether it's raw, cooked, dried, or otherwise. It
 is, simply, /meat/. Beginning to explain things, she sends ** The time
 came for me to find my name, so Talek and I went on a trip. I found it,
 but on our way back to our Holt, we were ambushed.. ** She glances to
 Talek briefly.

You sense in a locksend, Dusk's send is more of a reassuring one. **
 Don't worry. We're safe now..I'll be fine. You can tell what you want,
 now. **

Talek finishes after a muted pause, his own sending ragged. ** By an
 Underworlder. My.. ** His eyes narrow, then blacken. ** A member of the
 House I.. used to be a part of. **

Dusk locksends ** You go on..for awhile. **

You locksend ** You sure? ** to Dusk.

Dusk locksends ** Aye..so Savah can know. **

Savah nods slightly, russet eyes regarding Talek.

Dusk occupies herself with consuming rather large amounts of meat.

Talek's gaze shifts briefly to Dusk, worry haunting his expression, then
 gives a slight nod before looking to Savah, blinking once. ** He ..
 hurt Dusk and.. ** He pauses briefly, searching for words. Elves don't
 have a word for blackmail, not that he knows of at least. ** ... used
 her to make me come back with him. After that, we were seperated. I
 went with Evenek and he gave Dusk to.. another Underworlder. A female.
 **

Savah sends, sadly. ** The Underworld has not changed it's way since I
 was there, then. **

** Probably not. ** Talek's sending, though not sad, is somewhat
 disembodied, sounding like a whisper at the end of a dark tunnel; all
 you hear seems to be a faded echo. Clarity returns, though, after a few
 moments and he continues. ** I think I.. was supposed to be Morganthe's
 pupil, but it never got that far. I stayed with him for a while, then..
 I got away. Another Underworlder.. ** His brows furrow. ** Think his
 name was Zelgadis? He helped me, distracted him.. And I met up with
 Dusk. ** His grip on the furry maiden's arm tightens briefly. ** She
 had escaped too. **

** But.. the one that held /her/ captive, the female, caught up. I..
 tripped. ** His sunburned cheeks turn redder still, now blushing with
 faint embarrassment. ** I hit my head on the ground.. passed out. I
 think she took us both back to her chambers, because that's where I
 woke up. **

Savah listens quietly, waving back a villagers who offers her some
 water.

Now confusion creases Talek's brow. ** Evenek was there.. ** He seems
 disturbed, as if not qute certain about this part of the story. As if
 he expected someone else to be there. ** He.. released us. Let us go.
 So we came this way. **

Savah raises a pale eyebrow slightly, but does not comment directly on
 that send. ** Are any of the Underworld likely to attempt to retrieve
 you from the village? **

** I don't.. think so.. ** Now Talek looks to Dusk, brow creasing. **
 Would the female.. Would she come after you, Dusk..? **

Dusk merely nods to Talek's story, and when Savah raises her concern,
 she frowns, glancing to Talek. ** Lrilanya..? ** A pause, then: ** I
 don't know...she'd better not. She looked like a ghost, though. She'd
 never make the trip. **

Savah inclines her head slightly. ** As you saw, we are still on our
 guard. Any who appear to be from the Underworld would face the same
 queries as you did. If there will not be a gathered action from a large
 part of the Underworld I forsee no problems. ** She summarizes, with a
 smile. ** You are safe here, children, and welcome to stay for as long
 as you would wish. If you wish, I will have one of our healers look in
 on you once you are rested. **

Talek is quick to reply, sending as firm as it is solemn. ** Dusk needs
 to see a healer. **

[Savah]
   Tall and gracefully slender is this aged elf, her skin darkly
 tanned by countless passes of the sun over her desert home. Warm russet
 eyes, dominating her delicately featured face, regard you kindly and
 with a trace of amusement.
   Long robes of nearly irridescent purple, opaque gauze hangs in
 long, full folds and move elegantly about her when she moves. The
 sleeves hug the forearms gently and butterfly into the body of the
 garment creating smooth lines and scintillating foulds about her. The
 cuffs, hem and neckline of the robes are hand-stiched with gold thread
 in small patterns of sun symbols and flowers. Decorative lashings of
 gold ribbon criss-cross up the forearms loosely as well
   A headpiece of woven gold chain lays atop her hair, dotted with
 small, gold flowers and leaves securely linked to it with gold loops.
 The headpiece hangs gently down in a short point that lays on the
 forehead just below the hairline. From the point hangs a small,
 teardrop stone of delicate purple. The gold is woven to lay in mid
-sized diamond shapes linked to form a golden skullcap which stops at
 the base of the skull in back, delicately outlining her face.
   Savah moves with calm dignity, at peace with her world. Long brown
 fingers seem to move in slow motion as she gestures in quiet
 accompaniment to her words.

[Dusk]
Of average height, this lithely muscular elf wears no clothes, save a
 broad green band of soft leather that hangs over her right shoulder and
 splits in three further down: One band passing over her left breast,
 one below it, and the third curving down to her waist. The band is used
 for the sheer joy of decoration against the rusty fur that covers her
 from head to toe, streaked darker down her back and darker still around
 the clawed nails that grace both hands and feet, while turning paler
 against her belly, soft and well-groomed. Her headfur more closely
 resembles hair, twining down wildly, swept back from delicate, fine
-tipped ears. Lupine eyes, no longer cub-round, are yellow, spring-green
 irises standing out against the shade. She is 41 turns old.

"I'm fine, Talek.." Dusk protests at first, though it's an empty one. **
 It's good you're guarding so well..but they're fighting with themselves
 too much to come..I hope. ** That's one thing she still doesn't
 understand - how they can bicker and squabble with each other like they
 do.

Savah stands from her chair in a soft rustle of robes, going over to the
 two. ** One will see to her. ** Her next send is for Dusk alone.

Talek glances at Dusk briefly, offering no arguement, but no agreement
 either. Relief relaxes his face slightly at Savah's sending and he
 inclines his head to her in polite silence.

Dusk's head tilts back to look up at Savah as she approaches, nodding to
 her decision about a healer, not sure herself what there /is/ to be
 healed. Fatigue, maybe.

Savah inclines her head in approval, and strokes Dusk's hair gently
 before turning to Talek, sending privately to him in turn.

You sense in a locksend, Savah's warm golden send touches you lightly,
 offering but not forcing a closer contact. ** There are wounds that do
 not show, at times. When you have rested, I would like to speak to you
 again. **

Dusk smiles loosely, allowing her eyes to close as Savah's hand moves
 over mix of head-fur/hair.

You locksend to Savah, Talek's mind is oddly closed when that offer is
 given; he still recieves the sending, yet the offer is wordlessly
 rejected. He then offers a mental equivalent to a nod, sending little
 if anything at all.

Talek's smoky gaze turns oddly crystalline, flickering briefly as he
 nods slightly to Savah.

Savah nods slightly to Talek, faint concern in her eyes. ** I will not
 keep you further. Rest, children, and avail yourself of the hospitality
 of the village. I will make sure all know of your presence. **
Savah asks Rainor out loud. "Will you show our guests to the prepared
 house, my dear?"

Rainor says "Of course Savah"

Dusk tries not to be blunt about it, but she fetches another handful of
 meat to take with her. It might just be gone by the time she gets to
 the guest house. "Thank you, Savah." she says, looking to Rainor
 afterwards.

** Don't eat too fast or too much, ** comes Talek's sending after
 moments of silence, flicking his wolfen companion a faintly amused
 smile. ** You'll get sick. **

Rainor stands by the door waiting for the others.

Savah's eyes crinkle at the corners. "There will be more food waiting
 for you there, if I know my children. Sleep well, little one."

Talek, after a moment, reaches mutely once more to assist Dusk.

Savah locksends ** My offer will always be open, my troubled friend.
 Rest, now. **
Savah glances at Rainor.

** Better to be sick than to be dead, Talek. ** Dusk comments idly,
 smiling back to Savah as Talek assists her to follow Rainor. "Aye,
 I..we will."

Rainor moves to assist Talek with Dusk.

Talek flicks a brief glance towards Savah again and nods his head
 lightly, offering something of a crooked smile before looking to
 Rainor, somewhat relieved. He's of closer height to Dusk than he and
 its hard hunching down for long periods of time.

Savah retreats to her chair, watching the others depart before sinking
 into deep thought.

Rainor smiles, "This way."
Rainor steps outside into the dancing square.
Rainor has left.

[Omitted wander spam]

You walk north, heading towards the Sun Folk's Guest Cottages.

Guest Cottages(#671RAL)
A circle of small adobe cottages, plastered in soft pastel colors and
 decorated with symbols of peace and joy and each with a small planter
 of some green growing plant by the door.
The sun is high in the cool autumn skies. 
Type "sorrow help" for some directions on playing in the village of Sorrow's End. 
Contents:
Dusk
Rainor
Temp Guest Cottage
Arakh
Obvious exits:
CourtYard<S>  

Rainor leads you into a cottage and helps Dusk to the sleeping furs "Do
 you need anything else?"
Rainor says "I can fetch anything you need"

Sure enough, Dusk's just about done with the meat as the trio enters the
 guest house. She lies down, and shakes her head to Rainor. "Thanks, but
 I just need to sleep now."

Talek helps Rainor as best he can, now that it seems that the Sun
 Villager has kindly taken over the task of assisting Dusk. "Thank
 you.." he murmurs, voice raspy without use. He starts to look around,
 taking in the fact that, as Savah said, the other Villagers did provide
 food and water. Once Dusk is situated, he straightens and moves towards
 a particularly inviting-looking pitcher.

You locksend to Dusk, Talek's ripples with faded concern, relieved now
 that they're here and safe. ** You going to be all right? **

Rainor says "You can send, I can hear"

Talek reaches for the pitcher, then pauses, looking back towards Rainor.
 "You can?" Instantly he switches to sending. ** Sorry.. not many of
 your folk are able to. I thought.. **

You sense in a locksend, Dusk's mind is weary now, as she begins to 
rest. ** Aye, Talek..soon enough. **

Rainor says "Most can't, I could always hear a buzz, and a friend helped
 me train."

You locksend ** Good. ... Sleep well, Dusk. ** to Dusk.

Dusk locksends ** You too..<<reassuring comfort>> **
Dusk's eyes slide shut, and she soon goes still, asleep.

After pouring himself a cup of water and downing it, Talek ohs softly
 and nods. He stands there silently, uncertain of what to do, then pours
 himself another cup. ** What's your name? ** he queries after a moment,
 glancing to Dusk through the corners of her eyes as she drifts off.

Rainor glances at Dawn then back to Talek, his nose wrinkling slightly.
 **My name is Rainor.**

** Nice to meet you, Rainor, ** Talek sends openly with a smile, lifting
 the cup to his lips to take a swallow.

He doesn't appear to notice Rainor's expression as he wrinkles his nose.

Rainor sends openly ** If you would like to rest, I can leave. **

Talek hesitates, blinking at Villager's bluntness, then nods slightly,
 slowly. ** I.. Yes. I should rest.. **

Rainor smiles **If you need me just send, Rest well friend**

** I'll try, ** is the somewhat wry reply before Talek finishes off the
 cup of water and sets it down, moving to take a seat in the furs as
 well. ** Ah.. Shade and sweet water to you. **

Rainor re-enters the visitors' court from the cottage area.
Rainor has left.

[End Log]