He had sat in that tavern for what seemed days without a sound of this enclaves Justicars. A frown crossed that pale elven face "Where could they be? My own quest told me nothing about these riders, She only told me vengence and that is all I feel" shake of his head "but vengence towards whom I dont know. I must find Eowyna or Skatha to see what they might have found out in this wisp dungeon. Hood once again pulled up over his head as he walked out to his steed "ahh glorious rain wash away the day's troubles" he spoke softly to himself.


He mounted that dark steed he aquired, obviously sent to him by his goddess along with the dark cloak, he rubbed his sword hand briefly before taking the reins and with a Kal Ort Por he vanished to his temporary home and his mirror.


He pulled off his gloves as he entered and tossed them next to the mongbat dartboard as he step on the house porter to his room. He gazed into the mirror "Kiaransalee, Jous ussa vel'bol Usstan lac" He rubbed that same hand as he watched the fog lift from the mirror showing Skatha leaving the temple then fades to a pixie. He stopped the vision without knowing, his hand hot with searing pain. He glanced down at that hand and saw it there for the first time. "Vel'bol zhah nindol? Zhah nindol lu'oh dos ssinssrin a nar'hethi quarval-sharess?" slow nod as he began to understand "nindol zhah ele dos doerrus ulu ussa, as you wish" he turned from the mirror and went back down to the bottom floor, he quickly pulled on this gloves to cover his hand from sight. "Ulnin ussta quarval-sharess, jhal naut nin"