With every toke from his cigar, Winnie felt herself getting more and more sick of watching this image of the cruel man that had ruined her life in one night talk to her. She felt herself sinking into a deeper dark hole then anything she had ever foreseen her falling into. Her turquoise blue feathers, still charred and black from the smoking remnants of Hunth could not even hide her discomfort at listening to this demonic excuse for a man. But she had to admit, she was somewhere glad and simultaneously terrified about the fact that this man cared more about his pride and his games, then the actual prize at the end of the tunnel. She would dread the day that she will fall into his hands, but felt herself getting more and more determined as his terms were made known to survive his<i>Happy hunt.</i><br/><br/>An intelligent and fearsome fire flickered awake inside her watery emerald eyes, burning of desire to destroy this dark soul and all he stood for as the device finally flickered out. She started to sum up every detail of his speech that would be crucial to investigate and confirm if it was true. Because, after all, she was dealing with a demon that could not be trusted. Not even about his own made up rules, she would be convinced he would try to cheat his way towards her anyway.<br/><br/><b>''All available docks and beaches are being combed, which leaves us to never get these ships close to any shore of Gha'mos''</b><br/><br/>She counted her first feathery blue finger on her hand, looking up at Darion to gauge his reaction to the message and her words.<br/><br/><b>''He knows about the Vimini, and about your precious girl back in A'enath. For all I can gather of this, she will be in big trouble if she meets Dementia's brother. Of everything I've read about this dubious duo, we are dealing with the more sophisticated and reasonable half of these twins. Perhaps we should warn her...?''</b><br/><br/>A second finger was stretched and added to her count as she closed her eyes and thought back about the words of the dark mobstar demon.<br/><b><br/>
''If we are seen in Gha'mos, we will have 12 hours, according to his game, to get ourselves to safety. There are not many places on this earth a demon cannot set foot on, and even fewer still that are in Gha'mos. I'm not even sure if they truly exist, but it will be worth a try to seek refuge in a holy place. Just think of the irony, a former whore madam and her entire village of free-spirited and  promiscuous people that coincidently hate her guts seeking refuge on sacred ground. By the stars, if we will survive to tell this tale, there will be books written about us.''</b><br/><br/>A third finger sprung upwards, and made W'ineton smile, even if it was just for a split second.<br/><b><br/>
''We can contact him, with this device. I'll have to check if the enchantments he was talking about are truly put in place, and if he cannot activate the thing without our knowledge to spy on us. It will be best to put it in a sound and magic proof box for now, until I've regained most of my strength again. Until that time, we cannot talk openly about anything that goes about on this ship, or the passengers that are on it.''</b><br/><br/>Then finally a fourth and last finger shot up in the air, as Winnie walked closer towards Darion and picked up the orb that rolled in between their feet.<br/><b><br/>
''We have to figure out, how he has found us in the first place. Until that time, this ship, and everyone on it are not safe anywhere near land. We will be sitting ducks on the open sea and eventually run out of supplies. Oh Bloody strings of rotten guts and fisheyes! I hate not knowing how someone is managing to be one step ahead of me!!''</b><br/><br/><br/><br/>------ In the meantime-----<br/><br/>The teleportation device in the Aviari guards hands suddenly starts ticking loudly. It's twin brother a thousand, thousand miles away is already sucking up the required amount of energy to move an entire room filled with tinkering things across continents. Perhaps W'ineton has underestimated he strength and speed in which these magical devices communicate with each other, as the increasing ticking of the device could set of anyone's nerves. It almost sounded like a time-bomb ready to explode in under<b>5 min</b>....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>