Zefira eyed Raschen sharply. She had been up late communing with the spirits and was so focused on the message that she only nominally noticed unusual joviality from her son.<br/>"I want you to take this," she pulled an amulet of pure crystal from the pouch at her side. " The spirits' messages were many and conflicting.Some very powerful Talent lies to the South, gifts that we have never experienced in our times. I traveled back to the beginning of Beastkin and amid the visions of destruction, I saw one arise as if a giant fist raised to the sky. Raschen, my son, you are gifted beyond what anyone can understand, yet, I fear for your return. The amulet will help keep you safe and if you tap into the purity of the crystal, will even make you and your band invisible. Stay sharp, my son and come home to your people."<br/><br/>The priestess drew herself up to her full height and wrap her priestly dignity about her once more.<br/><br/>"Walk with Ra, Raschen, Earth mover and Sheriff of the Warren."