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conversations.value: Elemental: Camp of the Viskari Host within the Bloody Hills 
   Forty-fifth Year of the Phoenix  
  The usual activity of such a large military camp was subdued. The warriors still attended to their tasks, but they did so in silence. They had expected death and for the land to be stained red with blood, but the bloody battle they expected was absent and the red of the land was merely the serenity of thousands of red flowers. Truly it was surreal after the tribulations of their journey, a sensation only increased when the Aranin was found dead in his tent and not by the hand of the Scavengers of the Carrion Ward.
  
  It was all the commanders of the Host could do to keep the host from immediately crossing the border and striking Clann Solais in immediate reprisal. Returning home to defend from Calder's treachery was of much greater importance, but for now the question of what to do with their "royal" guest needed to be addressed.
  
  At the heart of the camp was a wooden post and tied to that post was Crimson-Vulture-Who-Raced-The-Sun, the would be King of the Bloody Hills. In truth the Viskari were shocked to have captured him from his "palace" for indeed they expected him to be long gone, but it seemed in his hubris he thought himself unassailable and now he found himself surrounded by those who held little love for him, Viskari, Arrok and Nordgen of some standing, talking among themselves in their native languages and the trade tongue. Most of the discussion involved the captive and what he could understand was no doubt not very comforting.
  
   "Alright,"  said a Viskari in a long hooded black cloak edged with black feathers who had just joined the group,  "It is done. The Aranin is prepared for his final earthly journey. May the Grace of Aer Caladon see him swiftly to his final rest-"  the Viskari in the group murmured a response  "-but alas we must deal with this accursed creature. Do we think his sister will exchange the lives of the assassins for his?" 