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Garren took Kayoe’s hand, breaking eye contact with Adencia, and shook it.

“Garren,” he said, giving Kayoe his name, “Pleasure.”

Short, sweet, and to the point. Brutally so.

“Glad to have you. Any blade is more than helpful on a journey such as this. Though, at times, that depends on the wielder.” He said, eyeing Adencia. She just glared and turned away.

Adencia looked to the two newest guests.

“I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of acquaintance. I am Adencia, and I do believe everyone else can introduce themselves.” She said with a friendly smile towards Tanyeera and Thorn.

"Tanyeera." she introduced herself, politely setting aside both blade and whetstone. Old habits died hard and the habit of politeness was deeply ingrained in her.

((Hello. This is a notice to say that I unfortunately won't be able to roleplay till 28th December when I'm coming back from this overseas trip I'm getting dragged on today. Sorry for the inconvenience, if the party goes anywhere or if anything happens, just assume Tanyeera is tagging along ok? Again, really sorry about this.))

Adencia nodded and gave a friendly smile.

“Pleasure.”

Garren was growing impatient and had long since tuned out his sisters nagging voice.

“You said you had questions . . .” he mused, “And this is the only reason why I linger. Please do not waste my time.”

He stared intently at Adencia and gave a small smirk.

“Yes,” Adencia said with a frown, disliking Garren’s tone, “Firstly, when are we leaving, secondly, which way are we traveling?”

“Isarelle?” Garren said quietly. He couldn’t answer these questions, the way of the quest was up to her.

Isarelle took a deep breath and summoned her energy. In a moment she was able to give a specter image of herself next to her brother. She was glad to have this ability so Garren wouldn’t have to speak for her. She smiled and clasped her hands together, her appearance misty.

“If all is well we shall be off in the morning.” Isarelle said. Her voice was strong but to the others it would seem almost like an echo, a paranormal effect of the magic she used. “As for the direction . . . I’m not—well—quite sure, in the least. You see, Bellaream cast down the Teltayten to her temple but . . . after her long sleep she . . . couldn’t remember where it was. She did say it was at one of the four corners of the Earth, though.” Isarelle added to make it seem like a plus.

“Which only leaves the entire world to search, Isa.” Garren said, rubbing his eyes.

Isarelle folded her arms and scowled, “Well, I don’t see you helping, Garren. And, as a matter of fact, I’ve already done the research and have come to the result of the Teltayten lying in the East or North, thank you very much!”

“Well,” Isarelle shuffled uncomfortably, “I suppose It could be anywhere in between. Although, I am more confident of it being in the East, the North came second on the list. But I have just the solution. There is a certain compass I know of, it has special magic properties. As soon as it comes into your hands it knows your destination and will point you on your way . . . the only trouble is getting the compass.”

“If it even exists.” Garren grumbled.

“Oh and why wouldn’t it?” Isarelle demanded, folding her arms.

“Well, first of all, you read about this compass in one of your books. This wouldn’t be one of the first times those bloody books of yours have faced you wrong. I doubt there is such a compass and think we would be better off just traveling without it instead of going through the trouble of finding it.”

“But that would make the journey longer!” Isarelle argued.

“And less bloody dangerous, if you ask me! If we do get that compass then, knowing you, you will follow it to the very angle. Who knows what kind of treacherous land that will bring us all through?”

Isarelle sighed frustratedly, “Oh, well . . . Yes, I was speaking of the Elder Compass . . . I don’t know of any way we could get in and . . . stealing from a monk . . . not too high on my to do list. But, if there were any way of getting past them . . . And the way you speak of their training, it doesn’t seem there is a way!”

Adencia smiled and gave a little wave to call Isarelle’s attention.

“I didn’t master the art of changing into a snake at will for nothing.” She pointed out, “I can do it. It’ll be no walk in the forest, but I might as well try. And plus, who’s ever heard of a monk slaughtering a snake? . . . Unless they’re the special kind, like the ones my village used to compete with. If they’re like that I don’t suppose I’ll be able to make it through to get the compass, but otherwise . . .”

Isarelle smiled, “Well that does prove a good solution. You did do a fair job of escaping the—erm—wine cellar . . .but I do not know the layout of this temple. Kayoe, do you think there’s a chance Adencia could get to the compass?”

“Well, snakes are common in the area. And I doubt they’d kill an animal just for being in one of their holy chambers. But they are skilled and if you were seen you would probably be moved outside. You probably could pull it off, but theft is not something I support. Not to mention I would prefer to ask, but if they say no and the compass disappears, that would suspicious. However, they worship an ancient god, Sazimeca, he may be in the same pantheon as Bellaream, but I am not well versed in such things so I can’t say for sure.” Kayoe then turned to Khnui. “I’m sure they’d welcome me back as well. The fight I had there was more then friendly, it seems they knew my master back in the day and one of them wanted to test his skills against her Protégé. However I vote we head there at first light and decided exactly what we are going to do on the way.” Kayoe then reaches into his pack and pulls out a map. The map shows the continent and its general terrain features, on it are many marks in ink made by Kayoe as he traveled. Kayoe points to one of them. “The temple is here, and we’re about here” Kayoe points to an unmarked spot on his map and makes a mental not to mark this house there. “For a group this size we can get there in three days from when we leave tomorrow if we hurry, and we can spend the second night in the town in between here and there, that square mark there. The route isn’t dangerous and I know the innkeeper in the town. They’re fairly understanding folk and I can get a rather large discount for us, and I think collectively we can keep each other in check so we won’t cause problems or harm any of the townspeople if one of our curses get’s set off. But that is my recommendation, are there any objections?”