<strong>Location:</strong>Upper Platform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any/All<br/><br/>"We are Exalted," Anjushri observes wryly, nodding in broad concurrence with the Lover as the other woman roams the platform.  "The very reason I called us all together was to thwart the way of things to come.  If we are lucky, we have already begun to do so."<br/><br/>The Bodhisattva steps out of the sand pit, the furrows and valleys resmoothing themselves flat without her animating presence.  "There are still two seasons to Calibration," she says hopefully, placing a hand on Sanger's arm.  "There is still time before their end comes, but things may have changed greatly in the months and years since your absence from your home.  Lookshy being what it is, I only have third and fourth-hand information at best-- but from what little I can discern, it may not be force of arms that will be the Legion's end."<br/><br/>"This will have to be an adventure I do not join you on," Samaro announces somberly, shaking his head.  "Lookshy does not take kindly to my people.  If I am found, I will be killed-- perhaps not by the first sohei with an iron knife, but definitely by the twentieth backed by one of the Dragons' fire."<br/><br/>"But you will help when you can?" Anjushri asks, hopeful.<br/><br/>He is silent for a moment, then nods.  "I will.  I have grown fond of this place and the people within it.  It would be a sorrow to see the<em>hannya</em>take it as they have taken so much else."<br/><br/><strong>"As will I,"</strong>Willing Suicides responds.<strong>"If nothing else, to see what manner of beast would emerge from the deep places my master rules."</strong><br/><br/>"Then as it seems we are all in agreement."  Anjushri extends a hand, indicating the Scourge.  "She has a salient point-- it is a long journey from here to the East.  I can arrange to substantially abridge it by means of travel through Malfeas, though that method of travel would naturally involve its own danger..."