The'kal nodded but pulled Sharindia into a tight hug before she had a chance to leave.<span style="color: olive">"I'll be lettin' ya go den, but ah have one favor to ask you. My death has been prophesied to me, I was told that I'd die painfully an' screamin', dat it'd be a loved one to kill me. I ain't one to follow dat sorta ting, but it makes someone like me wonder, someone who can't defend themself no more. Ah may neva age but I can still be killed... Anyway, I know you can skip 'round through time, I wanna know why I'll be killed. Dun' tell me who or how, jus' why."</span>She smiled a bit and gave Sharindia another squeeze before letting her go.<span style="color: olive"> "If ya find anythin' I'll be right here."</span><br/><br/>Vyre was sitting on a bench across the street from the shop with an intense blush marking her cheeks, the box still clutched tightly to her chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>