<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3979762#msg3979762">Quote from: Leorobin on 06-12-2010, 02:22:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know I was speaking of it's contents, priest. Either way, it seems your words where as enlightening as my aforementioned process. Still I will consider holding my word, depending on what they decide to do with you." Kalaj stepped back and picked up the orb and the waterskin, opening it away from his nose to pour a bit on the ground so any effect it would have on the grass or the content's scent wouldn't affect his nose or himself. He still kept the priest within his peripheral view, any awkward movement would be rewarded with a knife to his cheek. In a non-lethal way of course.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The contents of the waterskin smelled like water that has stayed in a waterskin for long, that is, no different than the skin itself, and the chemicals used to make it impermeable. Whatever effects it might have had, they didn't seem to affect the grass. It only seemed invigorated, as if someone was pouring water all over it, and that was all.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3981013#msg3981013">Quote from: Petrosity on 06-12-2010, 08:04:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aevala’s dark blue eyes were wide for a moment, caught in surprise by the spontaneous riddle. “Um, I’m not quite sure,” she awkwardly answered. “A teacher, perhaps?” She shrugged, not all that great with riddles. She looked expectantly up at the fair green-skinned man, waiting for the answer. “Who is it? Who has all the answer, but considers the questions to be wrong?” she asked, as they continued to walk back to the priest.<br/><br/>Once they reached the priest and saw that the Sarista leaders had also arrive, Aevala gives a sign of respect the leaders and approaches. She wanted to hear the final decision on the priest’s life for his crimes against her kin. <br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dingo chuckled.<br/>"Now, Paradoxists consider the question to be more important than the answer, so one of them probably wouldn't answer. I am not a full Paradoxist, though, just imitated my Zandir teacher a moment ago - so I can answer. The answer is, "Aamanians", that's who - like the one we've just captured. You can guess why they don't really like each other".<br/>That's an understatement. Zandir and Aaman are not in war only because the last one proved to be too costly for them both, in lives and in gold, so even the religious fanatics decided to look for other ways of competition. Sabotage is a widespread competition, the rumours say.