<strong>Location:</strong>Feasting Hall<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger, Elias, Others<br/><br/>Ferril's lips curl in a sneer as Sanger finishes his say, one leg shifting back into more of a fighting stance.<br/><br/>A long moment passes, knife-breezes licking everything in the hall.<br/><br/>Then, suddenly, the Westerner's stance shifts.  "You are one lucky fuck," he growls, shooting a venomous look at Suicides.<br/><br/>Perhaps in deference to Sanger, Suicides's only answer is a dark, resonant chuckle.<br/><br/>"Can't help you with the kids, I'm afraid," Ferril announces to Sanger, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt.  There's a circular scar on his bicep, something that gleams with silver light.  "Witch-magic," he says, flatly.  "She called in a favor I owed her-- in exchange for my shot at him when they provided a distraction, I'd smuggle in her little pet killer and not stand in the way of their fun.  And from the looks on their faces, I'll bet that little rock in her chest is empty, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Cerulean's expression is empty, her expression wide with fear as she cradles a small egg-sized stone the same color of the dead girl's robes; Ruby's gaze is welling with tears.  "It's can't be," she murmurs.  "How did..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Innermost Chamber<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Void, Chorgath, Any<br/><br/>As Chorgath begins visualizing the speech and the letter as he works, the process of unwrapping becomes less like cognitively swimming upstream and more like starting to sing along with a half-forgotten songs from the streets of Chiaroscuro.  Rhythm, pace, inflection, contempt and resignation...<br/><br/>Suddenly, there is a swirl and a -presence- of intention clad in black iron, and Sondok is present in the chamber.  "Biryu is dead," she announces flatly, addressing Chorgath.  "He did not sense what killed him.  If I wait until I sense you to be in danger, it will be too late."