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Settling himself down in a cross-legged seated position, Rhalkyr lays a flat span
of roughly hewn wood across his lap, atop which he places his journal. Resting the middle knuckle of
a curled finger upon the valley between either page, he contemplates the blank vellum for a time,
and then begins to write - the process slow, his hand moving across with a deliberate sense of
inexorability.

[[Some time later, Xenthos enters]]

Rhalkyr looks up from where he sits, cross-legged upon the earth, a wooden slat
across his lap - atop which he appears to be in the midst of filling with blocky script. A slight
upwards tilt of his chin greets Xenthos, as he lifts his hand to slap his palm atop his heart in
two, sharp beats.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Greetings. How are you faring with your
task?"

Rhalkyr turns his mask down to the journal, which he indicates with a slight wave
of splayed fingers. "Learned, nothing new. Collating, thoughts, for presentation. Have sought, fae,
to question. No fruit, yet, from that, tree."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Mm, I see."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I note that you have but one task left
for advancement. Would you care to take a short break from your own endeavours? Perhaps a little
free time is in order, to free your thoughts."

Rhalkyr nods curtly, setting aside his makeshift writing desk with a care that
borders upon the reverent. "Can, do this. Warn, that much of supplies, decayed, this month. Have
yet, to replace."

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Xenthos nods his head, appearing as if ready to depart, but then he pauses. "Ah. And one more
thing."

Rhalkyr cocks his head in Xenthos's direction, violently green eyes flicking
towards Xenthos with interest.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to you, "I spoke to you of visions from the
Glomdoring. I believe that there is more, yet buried. We shall have to work, to retrieve it."

Rhalkyr is silent for a time as he considers this, then nods, the firmness of the
gesture reflected in his voice. "Will, do this. Will learn, what can. Anything, for, the
Glomdoring."

Xenthos stares into the pool, one hand reaching up to frame the empty socket in his head, seemingly
of its own volition. "The Glomdoring demands sacrifice, Rhalkyr. We feed it not only with our blood,
but with our hopes, our dreams. Our strong memories, our bonds. Pieces of ourselves. It feeds, and
grows, from us."

Xenthos turns his gaze to you. "Find something. Something of meaning to you- something worthy of
such an offering to the Forest. It will be needed."

Rhalkyr's eyes track the motion of Xenthos's hand, lingering upon the void in
Xenthos's face for a long time, what little expression that is discernible of his own indicating a
severe gravity of thought. Soberly, he nods, ragged voice quiet, as he returns Xenthos's gaze
without wavering. "Will do this, honoured elder. Would sacrifice, anything."

Xenthos nods his head emphatically.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Good. Then be ready - I will let you know
when I believe the time is right to pursue this."

Rhalkyr slaps the leathery palm of his right hand atop the imprint of Another's,
painted in dried blood and sap upon his heart. "Will be. Stand, ready, to do, what needs, done."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Mm. And is there anything else I can
assist you with, at this time?"

In a deep, guttural voice, you say, "No, honoured elder. Will finish, writing. Will decide,
sacrifice."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Hunt well, then."