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== Procession of the Ma'Henrith Caverns Remains ==
<big>'''Here is the log of the Procession of the Ma'Henrith Caverns remains and the ceremony to inter them, as well as a short tour of the Sylvan Encampment.  It is from the perspeective of [[Sirona]].'''</big>


The Tyesteron D'ahranal hall is split down the middle, with a translucent haze of protective energies

separating the circular hall into halves and lighting the sky with a faint crimson glow. The glade's soft

grass is tamped down, removing it as a physical obstacle on one side and an incendiary hazard on the

other. Occupied sleeping shelters, centers for processing game, and racks upon racks of weapons and

armor ring the practice space.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip

Obvious paths: none

Speaking in Sylvankind, Nilandia says, "For each of the D'ahranals, it seems."

Tyteus smiles warmly.

Tyteus casually observes his surroundings.

You casually observe your surroundings.

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Oh my father would just be amazed..."

You feel your cheeks flush slightly.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "The Tyesteron have set up a practice arena here."

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Felarynth beams!

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tyteus eagerly expresses, "Eager I am to practice in the arena here."

Tyteus casually observes his surroundings.

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "I don't have my bow, he is a master bow craftsman..."

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "And our ancestry are Tyesteron."

Tyteus smiles at you.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "It's a bit crowded, so to get out just slip past this here..."

Tiwlip taps some weapon racks.

Tiwlip's group just wandered over to some weapon racks.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048003)

The daytime bustle of the camp gives way, at night, to a quieter scene. Paths wind off in a variety of

directions, snaking their way between closed, dimly lit shelters and well-kept domestic areas. Artisan

spaces and workshops are mostly shuttered, tools put away, but the guardposts here and there remain

watchful and aware. The bulkier forms of larger, more formal tents surround like the glade like boughs

on a tree, spaced at intervals behind an inner perimeter of wooden barricades. You also see a lonely

forest spirit that is flying around and a long rough-hewn table with some stuff on it.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip, Lorianya, Meril who is kneeling

Obvious paths: east, south, southwest, west

Tiwlip's group just wandered over to the Lassaran bivouac.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048004)

The Lassaran D'ahranal encampment is a sprawling maze of tents and lean-to shelters. Here and there,

livestock are tethered to sleeping lines, and the wild grasses of the field are lit with small fires and

torchlights. In the middle of the bivouac, a table is covered with a veritable dead forest of maps, notes,

and pinned missives.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip

Obvious paths: none

Nilandia observes her surroundings with an almost excruciating slowness.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "There's lots of space to camp here, if you'd prefer to be amongst

other travelers."

>look at table

A lifetime's worth of scouting reports concerning the area around Ta'Illistim covers the table,

interspersed with sketches of sylvan profiles and notes on important elven personages.

Drazaa nods appreciatively.

Liras gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

You gaze thoughtfully at a table.

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Hmm."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "And just back to the FIELD over here."

Tiwlip walks over to the field and settles down.

Tiwlip stands up.

Tiwlip dusts off her hands.

Nilandia takes a moment to observe a table.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Sorry, bit of a maze."

Tyteus offers Tiwlip some onion and savory tomato stew.

Tiwlip declines Tyteus's offer.

Aihan glances at a table.

Nilandia takes a bite of her ear of corn.

You nod in agreement at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Too rich for an empty stomach."

Tyteus takes a drink from his savory tomato stew.

Tiwlip's group just wandered into a sprawling maze.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048003)

The daytime bustle of the camp gives way, at night, to a quieter scene. Paths wind off in a variety of

directions, snaking their way between closed, dimly lit shelters and well-kept domestic areas. Artisan

spaces and workshops are mostly shuttered, tools put away, but the guardposts here and there remain

watchful and aware. The bulkier forms of larger, more formal tents surround like the glade like boughs

on a tree, spaced at intervals behind an inner perimeter of wooden barricades. You also see a lonely

forest spirit that is flying around and a long rough-hewn table with some stuff on it.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip, Lorianya, Meril who is kneeling

Obvious paths: east, south, southwest, west

Speaking in Sylvankind, Nilandia says, "Oh, that reminds me."

Tyteus offers Tiwlip a spicy pickled cherry tomato.

Drazaa takes a drink from his savory tomato stew.

Nilandia removes a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar from in her

chainsil mantle.

Tiwlip's group just wandered over to the Fresiawn marquee.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048007)

The Fresiawn D'ahranal has taken root within a large enclosure of tall carved poles, suspended with

sheets of muslin. Sections of the marquee are left open to the sky, allowing in a gentle wash of

moonlight and a twinkle of starlight. Underfoot, the wild grasses of the glade have been left to grow,

many with flowers furled tightly in the night. At the far end of the canopy, under an arch of brambled

roses, several long, low tables have been flipped and covered with sheeting, creating makeshift sleeping

quarters.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip

Obvious paths: none

Tiwlip accepts Tyteus's pickled cherry tomato.

Tyteus smiles at Tiwlip.

Nilandia offers Tiwlip a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.

Tiwlip takes a bite of her pickled cherry tomato.

Tiwlip accepts Nilandia's white chocolate truffle.

Tiwlip beams!

Tyteus removes some onion and savory tomato stew from in his low-slung hip-quiver.

Tiwlip put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her book harness.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia says, "Chocolate, as you requested."

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Nilandia, Drazaa says, "You came prepared."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala amusedly says, "Ai'han insists one of the drawings on the table in the

Lassaran camp is of him." Her eyes twinkle with mirth, "I say, the nose is too big."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Nilandia, Tiwlip says, "Bless you."

Nilandia raises her voice in merry laughter.

Tiwlip hums.

Riend gazes in amusement at Nilandia.

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, you ask, "Can anyone cross through the barricade, or just kin?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "It might be."

Drazaa appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Fehala.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly says, "What drawing? The smudged one? Not me. At all."

Speaking gently in Sylvankind to Nilandia, Tyteus notes, "White chocolate, so noted to collect."

Tyteus smiles at Nilandia.

Fehala just nudged Aihan.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Through the outer barricade, we allow all comers."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Fehala, Riend whispers aloud, "Is he frowning in it?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Nilandia says, "There is a... bit of a story behind where that came from, too."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Through the second barricade, only kin."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Riend, Fehala asks, "How else would he know himself?"

You nod at Tiwlip.

>look at enclosure

Extra lengths of cloth have been drawn tight around the enclosure, adding substance to the structure at

night.

Speaking warmly in Sylvankind to Nilandia, Tyteus admits, "Would love to hear upon that tale, upon

another day."

Riend appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as she glances at Fehala.

Tiwlip fumbles for the opening in the MUSLIN.

Tiwlip's group just went through a sheet of muslin.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048003)

The daytime bustle of the camp gives way, at night, to a quieter scene. Paths wind off in a variety of

directions, snaking their way between closed, dimly lit shelters and well-kept domestic areas. Artisan

spaces and workshops are mostly shuttered, tools put away, but the guardposts here and there remain

watchful and aware. The bulkier forms of larger, more formal tents surround like the glade like boughs

on a tree, spaced at intervals behind an inner perimeter of wooden barricades. You also see a lonely

forest spirit that is flying around and a long rough-hewn table with some stuff on it.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip, Lorianya, Meril who is kneeling

Obvious paths: east, south, southwest, west

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tyteus, Nilandia says, "I should be glad to tell it."

Tyteus smiles at Nilandia.

>look at tents

The structures can be just barely glimpsed behind the barricades.

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Riend, Aihan says, "They probably have drawings of me elsewhere.

Where they can be properly admired."

Aihan preens.

Tiwlip's group just wandered over to the Kytawa pavilion.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048005)

The Kytawa D'ahranal pavilion is neat, tidy, and laid out with clearly lit aisles between each linear

grouping of organizational function. The domed structure, where tasks of service and order within the

larger camp never stop, even at night, is made from tall poles, lashed together with ivy and covered with

woven lengths of topaz ataela. The center support of the dome is a more substantial trunk, painted and

covered in miniscule script.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip

Obvious paths: none

Nilandia takes a bite of her ear of corn.

Riend can offer Aihan only a blank expression.

Fehala gazes up into the heavens.

Fehala glances at something in a weathered leather satchel embossed with a bark texture and snaps her

fingers.

Tyteus takes a drink from his savory tomato stew.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "And where I work, a lot of the time."

You casually observe your surroundings.

Tyteus casually observes his surroundings.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia says, "And here I was just thinking it seemed cozy in here."

Tiwlip reaches out and touches a large center support.

>look support

The large tree trunk has been cut and shaped to a hard, splinter-free surface. A thin layer of amber

paint covers the entirety of the support, upon which is carefully scribed hundreds, maybe thousands of

small, evenly spaced names.

Tiwlip closes her eyes and exhales.

>look at names

Hundreds, maybe thousands, of names cover the center support. Most are written in black, though

some are painted over in red characters, and a smattering (only a few, really) are in green.

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly say, "Look at all those names..."

Nilandia gazes thoughtfully at a collection of names.

Speaking in Sylvankind to a large center support, Tyteus repeats, "Hundreds, maybe thousands, of

names cover the center support."

Fehala gazes with interest at a collection of names.

You gaze with interest at a large center support.

Liras reaches out and touches a large center support.

Tiwlip becomes solid again.

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly ask, "Who are they?"

Riend furrows her brow.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia asks, "The scroll?"

You glance at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip quietly says, "Black is missing."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Red are...known deceased."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Green, are those who have been found again."

Nilandia nods slowly.

Fehala tilts her head down.

You frown.

Drazaa gazes with interest at a large center support.

Fehala leans forward.

You nod.

Aihan ponders.

(Nilandia utters a quiet prayer under her breath as she looks over the names.)

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "One day, we hope to turn many of them gold."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan quietly asks, "From...when?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "For gold, we have reserved for finding those left in Yuriqen."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Drazaa asks, "And what would gold indicate?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Drazaa says, "Ah."

Speaking curiously in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Riend asks, "You kept... all their names and you, you searched

for them?"

Tiwlip nods at Riend.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Riend, Tiwlip says, "For every one."

A mixture of confusion and curiosity crosses Riend's mien as she studies Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "We were hidden, but not idle."

Riend nods slowly at Tiwlip.

(Fehala roams her golden gaze over the names, searching for any familiar or known.)

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "But some who were lost want to stay lost."

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, you ask, "Have you seen any kin ...through that mirror?"

Tiwlip trails her finger down the list of names.

You glance askance at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Tiwlip says, "I'm not allowed to interact with it yet."

You nod understandingly.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "I've seen a few glimpses that made me pause."

Nilandia cocks her head at Tiwlip.

Fehala cocks her head at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia asks, "How so?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend hesitantly offers, "My people kept records of all who made the crossing

with us, if you would find it helpful I may send word to my mother requesting copies."

Fehala takes a moment to observe Tiwlip.

Tiwlip blinks.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Tyteus expresses, "Pause out of curiousity or fear?"

Speaking warningly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Aihan says, "You would do best to avoid it entirely."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Riend, Tiwlip exclaims, "Yes, please!"

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Drazaa says, "Some who you search for do not seek reunion? I am

surprised, but imagine they have their own sense of what they need for now."

Tiwlip nods at Aihan.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "It's beyond the scope of my powers."

Tyteus nods slowly at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "So I do as I am bidden, and don't make direct eye contact with

it."

Speaking in Sylvankind, you quietly ask, "Would they, who are still with in the Veil....would they be

graced with this longevity as Erek, you think?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Riend softly shares, "I fear you will add many new red marks to your list, but

perhaps a few green as well."

Speaking carefully in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia asks, "Do you trust what is seen in there?"

Speaking in Sylvankind to Drazaa, Tiwlip says, "It's been a long time."

Tyteus agrees with Nilandia.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Fehala says, "We keep our names in verse and story; life-songs sung before the

mourning-trees."

Tyteus tilts his head toward Tiwlip, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

You glance at Nilandia.

Drazaa nods in agreement at Tiwlip.

Tiwlip nods at Fehala.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "We have been mindful that if something happens to our

Hierophants, this list is all that remains."

Speaking thoughtfully in Sylvankind to yourself, you say, "I wonder if my ancestors are still there...."

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "So the children are made to memorize it."

Hamley nods at Tiwlip.

Riend nods understandingly.

Tyteus nods understandingly at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Each is given a small section, and those are their responsibility."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Drazaa says, "An honor truly for each of them."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "When they're grown, they will have the choice to stay with us in

the normal course of things, or to go and seek."

Speaking gently in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Tyteus inquires, "What responsibilities have you been given?"

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Aihan says, "Uchdryd is conspicuously absent tonight. Is he

needed elsewhere? I had hoped to speak with him again."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tyteus, Tiwlip says, "Oh, a bit of this and that."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Tyteus asks, "This and that, more or this over that?"

Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Tiwlip says, "He's got more illustrious personages to guard tonight."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Aihan simply says, "Huh. Interesting."

Nilandia takes a bite of her ear of corn.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "I'm in attendance to Iefan, most of the time."

Tyteus takes a drink from his savory tomato stew.

Aihan ponders.

Aihan glances at Fehala.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia asks, "Are they your patron?"

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "I take notes, I prepare materials for rituals and ceremonies."

Aihan moves to stand behind Fehala.

Fehala cocks her head at Aihan.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Nilandia, Tiwlip says, "They are of late."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "In my duties, I'll cycle through the Hierarchs to learn from and serve

each."

Nilandia nods at Tiwlip.

Fehala smiles quickly and nods with understanding.

>smile fela

You smile at Felarynth.

Tyteus whispers something to Tiwlip.

Tyteus removes a spicy pickled cherry tomato from in his low-slung hip-quiver.

Tyteus offers Tiwlip a spicy pickled cherry tomato.

Aihan whispers something to Fehala.

You reach over and gently rest your hand on Felarynth's shoulder.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "In that way, if I ever ascend, I'll be prepared."

Tiwlip accepts Tyteus's pickled cherry tomato.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Nilandia observes, "A wise idea."

Tiwlip takes a bite of her pickled cherry tomato.

Hamley eats one of his huckleberries.

Felarynth smiles at you.

Speaking sincerely in Sylvankind to Felarynth, you say, "It was so good to see you again."

Speaking sincerely in Sylvankind to Felarynth, you say, "Rest well."

Tiwlip's group just went through a length of ataela.

[Sylvisterai Camp, Glade - - ] (u13048003)

The daytime bustle of the camp gives way, at night, to a quieter scene. Paths wind off in a variety of

directions, snaking their way between closed, dimly lit shelters and well-kept domestic areas. Artisan

spaces and workshops are mostly shuttered, tools put away, but the guardposts here and there remain

watchful and aware. The bulkier forms of larger, more formal tents surround like the glade like boughs

on a tree, spaced at intervals behind an inner perimeter of wooden barricades. You also see a lonely

forest spirit that is flying around and a long rough-hewn table with some stuff on it.

Also here: Drazaa, Nilandia, Riend, Tyteus, High Lord Felarynth, Aihan, Fehala, Plantswoman Liras,

Hamley, Tiwlip, Lorianya, Meril who is kneeling

Obvious paths: east, south, southwest, west

Drazaa nods respectfully at Felarynth.

Speaking in Sylvankind to you, Felarynth says, "And you, of course, dear Lady."

Tiwlip takes a bite of her pickled cherry tomato.

You smile.

Tiwlip takes a bite of her pickled cherry tomato.

Nilandia takes a bite of her ear of corn.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Speaking of Iefan."

Tyteus tilts his head toward Tiwlip, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Felarynth says, "Be well, all here. Safe adventures."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Fehala says, "We are not so different in that." She traces the trio of

dots over eyebrow, adding, "To earn what marks I wear, many sunspans were spent at the feet of others

with greater wisdom and skill. Each one with a different manner of teaching."

Riend cocks her head at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "I should get back before they finish their meditation."

Nilandia smiles.

Liras smiles at Tiwlip.

Lorianya suddenly blinks and wakes up from her daydream.

Tyteus agrees with Tiwlip.

Tiwlip nods at Fehala.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Liras says, "Thank you for showing us the camp."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia says, "Perhaps next time, you might show me where the

Teacher's shrines are. I believe you said you have some."

Drazaa nods gratefully at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Thank you all for your patience, and for making the walk with

us."

Speaking appreciatively in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, you say, "Thank you so much for the tour and

information."

Tiwlip nods at Nilandia.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "I will."

Speaking gently in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Tyteus concludes, "Please not only rest well but be and remain

well, until next we all meet again."

Tyteus kisses Tiwlip on the hand.

Tiwlip blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Riend nods slowly at Tiwlip.

Tyteus bows respectfully before Tiwlip, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, you say, "I hope we see you again soon."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia says, "I look forward to it. Thank you for being our guide

tonight."

Nilandia glances at Tiwlip and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

You bob a quick curtsy to Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia says, "The Mother be with you until the next."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "I'm so glad to have you all here."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Riend says, "Thank you for allowing us to walk amongst you all."

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Aihan asks, "When will there be the singing of songs and

recitation poetry and stories?"

Hamley performs a distinctly Sylvan bow, an echo of human vigor underlying his graceful movements.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip warmly says, "So glad."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Drazaa says, "Your hospitality will not be forgotten."

Tyteus agrees with Drazaa.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Aihan, Tiwlip says, "Soon, for my part, but this space is open to you all at any

time."

Aihan nods at Tiwlip.

You nod slowly.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Really, make yourselves at home."

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Riend smiles at Tiwlip.

Riend inclines her head.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tyteus thoughtfully admits, "We need someone to map this place out."

You agree with Tyteus.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "How fortuitous that we have such adventurers to do so now."

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tyteus, Drazaa says, "Yes, I have been taking some notes as we move through

the camp."

Tiwlip winks.

Nilandia chuckles to herself.

Tyteus smirks at Tiwlip.

Fehala just went south.

Nilandia takes a bite of her ear of corn.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "It's a pretty basic hub and spokes."

Nilandia nods in agreement.

Liras smiles at Tiwlip.

Tyteus agrees with Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "But it's safe, relatively, and no one will yell if you don't wear

shoes."

Speaking in Sylvankind, Liras says, "I'll still manage to get lost, I'm sure."

Hamley begins chuckling at Liras!

Nilandia smiles.

You grin at Liras.

Riend appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip says, "Okay, okay, I really have to go."

Nilandia smiles.

Speaking in Sylvankind, Tiwlip exclaims, "Goodnight, family!"

Liras bows to Tiwlip.

Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, you say, "Thank you again. Rest well."

Tiwlip disbands her group.

Tyteus smiles at Tiwlip.

Speaking in Sylvankind to Tiwlip, Nilandia says, "Thank you again, for everything."

You smile quietly to yourself.

Riend inclines her head.

Drazaa nods respectfully at Tiwlip.

Tiwlip rushes off, every inch the frazzled younger scholar.

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