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Tanundra again nodded. In a place like this, he did not want to cause trouble. Besides, he had nothing but curteousy to offer the capatian for saving his mistress. No, he could not cause trouble. A moments thought, not unless Tarathiel made him really, really angry. He coudl think of a few things that would do that...

He was rather impressed with the interior of the cabin, it looked much like what the First Oracle would have lived in. Meilikki deserved it. A minotaur was there, and Tanundra assumed this was the surgeon. A nod to him before he bee-lined for Meilikki.

She was sleeping, that much he could tell. And it seemed that she slept peacefully, which he had not seen on her before. She was still awfully pale, and and almost imidiatly he understood what had been done to her. He knelt down, touched a hand to her forehead her cheek. Hot with fever, but it didn't seem to bad.

Meilikki was strong, she would survive.

Dagger looked into the young woman's eyes, "I want people I can trust to rule the countryside so this kingdom can crawl off its knees and rise as a power to be recogned with. I desire this more than anything else..." She turned her head away, "I am helping you because you seem to have the spirit to do such a thing."

That and no political ties that will have you join factions in an attempt to coup the current government.

"Magical cures are not the work of common wizards, it is the blessing of the divine." Warhammer responded. "Besides, all of the wizards are always on duty, spying on all of Tarathiel's enemies and allies. Out of consideration, he did not have her watched, which we now regret." Warhammer told the dragon.

"As we speak, the business Tarathiel attends to is due to his constant spying."

"I do not believe that the Captain even knows." Warhammer said honestly, "I have turned a blind eye to most of the Captain's actions, as often they are beyond my comprehension. The one being in the multiverse that seems to be void of any rules. His luck has been his best asset since he was born, and has yet to fail him. Many will try to mimic his feats, but none shall succeed." The minotaur moved closer to the Seer, and placed his hand once again on her shoulder, and released the calming curative burst.

"These spells are more for physical wounds, but they are just as good at sudating mental as well... One could become sadate from having them used too frequently, or rest well if they could not other wise."

"May I ask you your name?" Warhammer said calmly, feeling Meilikki's pulse. The minotaur seemed pleased with the results, but he was somewhat troubled by events of late.

"The undead have no need for Oracles, or we would not have resqued her so easily. She was taken to send the kingdom a message, but Tarathiel seems to think that it is not what it seems. I was pondering that perhaps this lich is awaiting something... The Captain parleyed with it, only to discover he was not overly intent on invasion, though should he choose to do so, now would not be such a horrid time. The four thousand dead soldiers who lie at the bottom of the main harbour for example, would make esteemed allies to this lich." The minotaur sat in a nearby chair, it creaked under the weight, but did not break.

"Why kidnap the Orcale, only to let her go so easily?"

"So the future is static and there is nothing that can be done to change it? The Earth Mother really does have a divine plan that none can evade?" Warhammer asked somewhat emotionally, if it could be called that. More like, a growing concern in his voice. Part of Tarathiel's existance was solely based on the fact nothing is predicatable.