Goldheart spun on her heel, heading toward her tent, only to be met on the way in by Mistwind on her way out, carrying a stout stick nearly as tall as Goldheart.  She smiled, taking the staff with a kiss to Mistwind's cheek, turning back to Whispers with a resolute expression on her face.  While she normally would have objected to being coddled like this, she understood the reasoning for it.  Something was screwy, with an artifact like this suddenly turning up whole, and now dead men that weren't yet dead turning up on horseback.  She let out a breath, and nodded.  "I am prepared," she said in a breathy voice.  Her eyes gleamed for a long moment, and then she blinked them several times, casting her gaze about for a moment.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Activating Spirit-Detecting Glance, I'll look up the information when I get home as well as notate essence and willpower expenditures and such when I have access to my PDFs.  Just getting a post in for now so that it's there and you all know I'm still paying attention.</div></div>