((Fucklong is fucklong.))<br/><br/>"I, personally, have never bothered trying to understand them. They make as much sense as chicken soup on soft bread," Gajol said. Her own tiredness was audible as well.<br/><br/>Himmel, meanwhile, replied to Aya rather cheerfully, "When we arrive at the actual headquarters of the Cult, you will all be rewarded handsomely. A healer to mend your wounds, a grand meal to fill your bellies, a lavish room to rest in, and a choice of what other reward you may ask for from our amply supplied options," his hands spread out warmly.<br/><br/>Putting his grim mace away at his belt, Himmel then gave Liam, the half-elf, a nod. The mage then pulled a scroll from under his robes, unrolled it and began to read it, making sure that he was understanding the instructions properly. A nod, and he then drew a pouch from his belt, and, pinch by pinch, made a circle in the middle of the room, about ten feet in diameter, with a golden brown dust. Reading off a few words, Liam then nodded when the circle of amber made a soft glow beforefading back down. "That ought to do it," he said softly, yet confidently.<br/><br/>Looking at the rest of the group, Himmel then told them, "This will teleport you all to the main hall of our building. When you arrive, I will lead you to the infirmary first, and when we are all in good health again, to the dining hall. Your bedrooms will be shown to you when we are all finished, and in the morning we shall have breakfast and tea before granting you your well-deserved prizes. even those who were not originally a part of our initial party will be granted their fair share of a reward. Am I understood?" to which Gajol nodded. Then, without further ado, Orlando stepped into the circle, and in a quick flash, disappeared. Rose and Lily followed, and then Himmel. Liam ushered the rest of the group in, albeit very politely, before going through himself.<br/><br/>The room that the adventure party would fins themselves in was magnificent. The entire place was made with the finest white granite blocks, the floor made of black granite that had been polished to the point that one's own reflection was visible. Upon it was a fine, dark red carpet, and the hall was lit with several tall braziers that cupped a white flame. The Cultists all seemed to grow more comfortable, as the air was much cooler and drier than the stuffy room they'd been in all day. Orlando himself gave a large stretch, keeping his sword on the ground with one arm, taking the babau from Gajol when finished. Upon the recovery of everyone's sense of balance, Himmel beckoned Gajol, Aya, Mirnea, and all the others down a hallway to the left, and after a somewhat long walk, opened a tall door that revealed another sizable room, lined with beds. Several women, wearing tight-fitting black clothes lined with silver were tending to the few who had also been stricken either by disease or suffered the effects of some kind of mishap. One of them, with auburn hair tied into a bun, stepped forward and listened to Himmel confirming that they were the party that had just completed the current mission assigned to them.<br/><br/>She stood and looked at the rest of them, and said in a voice that was rather apathetic, though her face showed otherwise, "It seems nearly everyone here could use a little patching up. Come, with just an application of a balm or two, you should all be in perfect health again."<br/><br/>Falameezar, still upon Aya's shoulder and having been silent much of the time, said his first words in hours. "<span style="color: olive">You will not lay a <i>finger</i> upon me, mortal scum.</span>" His voice was more befitting of his true, adult form than that of the wyrmling he appeared to be. Raising a brow, the healer then tended to everyone but the black dragon, applying ointments and giving small spoonfuls of potions to them.<br/><br/>As soon as all were up to snuff, Himmel then led the group down another hall, taking a left and going down some stairs before opening a black oak double door that was nine feet high, showing everyone a grand dining hall. The table was long, wide, and loaded with so much food of all kinds that it was a wonder that the legs could withstand it. There were several others of the Cult present, many of them chatting quietly. Himmel raised his hands. He then called out, "My friends! Let us honor and respect our fellows who have thwarted a scheme of the Prince of the Lower Aerial Kingdoms by the end of the night." At that, those who were already at the table stood up and gave an applause that only sounded modest because of there not being an especially great amount of people inside. Himmel then offered everyone a seat, saying, "I only ask that you leave your weapons to your side at the table, and not on your person. It is merely for courteous reasons," before then telling them all with a smile, "Now, we may feast!"<br/><br/>((Time for everyone to strike a conversation, if you wish. Sorry if you feel like I'm dragging you all by the nose.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>