<strong>Location:</strong>Inner Chamber<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath, Void<br/><br/>"Your hound took one path out," the raksha calls from above, voice distant and half-immersed in trance.  "The other path... the other path is the tunnel across from this one."  He scowls meaningfully, shaking his head.  "No time to speculate on motives or methods-- we have a time limit.  The girls in the antechamber said something about assembling a frame to get out-- we'll meet back there if you get that undone, Chorgath."<br/><br/>Samaro glances then to Void, then with a nod of his chin to the two 'exit' tunnels the perpetrators used.  If she wants to lead, he'll follow.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, with his bloody keepsake secure and intact, Chorgath begins working on the puzzle box.  The box doesn't actively resist his attempting to unwrap it, but he does have to push his heart and his will to uncovering this secret... which only takes him thus far.  There's still nearly half the wrap to go.<br/><br/>When Chorgath's attention settles on the wrap, scribed in shimmering Old Realm characters is a familiar-looking litany.  After reading a bit of it, he realizes where he's seen it before: from was the last document Azurine created as Speaker for the Reclamation (before she became Bodhisattva Anjushri full-time), announcing her resignation and her quiet contempt for their goals.  It was... poorly-received by their collective patrons.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">1WP spent and the box continues to unravel.  A total of nine more will need to be spent if he cannot find the cipher.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Feasting Hall<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger, Elias, Others<br/><br/>"It'll be okay," Ruby answers the Dawn, not looking up from her work.  There's a snapping of bone as she pries things open.  "Maybe," she adds, distracted.<br/><br/>"Maybe," Cerulean echoes, fishing with both hands in the other girl's chest cavity.<br/><br/>The Westerner finally takes his disgusted gaze away from the two aides-- Sanger's exclamation having drawn it there and what he'd seen solicited aforementioned disgust-- and settles back on the big armed and armored guy and his 'friend'.  "Do I fucking -look- like I carried proof with me?" he asks bluntly, arms spreading wide.  "Look, just ask him.  Ask him how many ingots of soulsteel he's -personally- forged.  Ask him how many people he's tortured until being hammered into a block of iron for -eternity- was preferable."<br/><br/><strong>"Did someone precious to you come to me?"</strong>Suicides inquires, the twist of a smirk in his voice.  He's still a bit wobbly on his feet, but he's still up.<strong>"Did I give them succor from the suffering of life where you never could?"</strong><br/><br/>The Westerner's face is marred, briefly, by a surge of raw hateful anger.  "You don't even fucking remember his name, do you?"<br/><br/><strong>"Quite to the contrary: I remember every one."</strong>The Deathknight brings a gauntleted hand to his helmet, tapping hollowly at where his chin might be.<strong>"You, however..."</strong><br/><br/>"Ferril Shines-In-Shadows," recites Ruby, sagging back as Cerulean cradles something the size of a chicken's egg close to her.  "Lawgiver.  Night Caste."<br/><br/>The Westerner -- Ferril -- sneers.  "Look, Dawn--"<br/><br/>"Sanger," Ruby chimes in.  "Lawgiver.  Dawn Caste."<br/><br/>"Yes, I see that."  The Night Caste rolls his eyes at the interruption but finds his place, continuing: "Sanger, you seem like a good guy.  I'd hate to deprive Creation of someone who's actually not a cancerous sore on the face of the world.  I'll ask you nicely, one more time, to step away.  If you don't, I'm just going to have to work around you.  Or through you.  Get me?"