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Garren sighed and shrugged.

"Well . . . I guess we have our first destination . . ."

Isarelle squeaked in excitement, "Oh, Garren! I would have gone without your consent anyways, but I'm thrilled that you agree!"

Garren scowled and said, "Yeah, yeah, don't thank me yet. So we're off in the morning. Kayoe, I trust you to lead the way, you have a map. Untill then . . ."

"Any other questions?" Isarelle asked.

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Tanyeera listened to the conversation and wondered if it'd be any good to just ask Sazimeca for the damn thing. If she explained they needed it to save Bellaream....she thought about it then quietly discarded the idea. Quite a number of gods and goddesses would be pleased to have Bellaream sleep for eternity so she'd stop bothering people. Tanyeera would be pleased to have Bellaream sleep for eternity without bothering her. She though, was bound by the rules to try and save the silly goddess. She didn't think any of the gods and goddesses were.

Still, she resolved that before she went to sleep that night, she'd meditate a while and see if Sazimeca might be persuaded to let them have that little trinket in his temple.

((Will anyone play Sazimeca? I don't want to mess up the storyline.))

Tanyeera waited for everyone to choose their rooms then took the remaining one for her own. Seating herself cross-legged on its bed, she quickly sank into a deep trance. She sent her awareness roaming the divine realms in search of Sazimeca and hoped she found him soon.

Kayoe saw that his room was rather comfortable almost too much so for his taste, but it didn’t really bother him that much, and it would be a welcome change from sleeping outside. While he did enjoy sleeping outside, his human half needed some sort of bed every now and then. He removed his pack and his quiver and set the map down on a table beside the bed. He then tried to lay down on the bed but he sank at least four times as far then the mat he slept on at the dojo was thick. While he wasn’t overly fond of it, he could sleep almost anywhere and this bed would do. Grabbing the hilt of his sword Kayoe fell asleep.

Sazimeca sat on his chair in the realm of the gods, he knew that Tanyeera was looking for him, and probably should just appear before her, but he found it much more amusing to watch her go looking for him for a while before she made it to his little section of the divine plane. Free will was one of very few things he had trouble predicting and when you knew most everything you had to find amusement where you could. But he didn’t have to be the God of Knowledge to figure out the reason for her visit.

As soon as everyone had a room, Garren walked back down stairs with his misty sister behind him. He wasn’t sure about this entire journey, it just made him uneasy. Not to mention the partners they had. Kayoe seemed understandable enough; trustworthy and such, Garren could see this in him already.
The others didn’t seem to have any touch to them but good and he wasn’t too worried about them anyways, but there was Adencia. How did she manage to escape his holding? It’s almost impossible to get past that iron caste door when it’s locked. How could such a petite female pull such a feat as freeing herself from near impossible situations out of her sleeve at the drop of a hat?

He still didn’t trust her. But he needed a way to keep a lock on her. True, there was a lock on her room’s door and she wouldn’t be able to transform, being weak, to get out. But Isarelle would never allow it. Unless . . .

“Brother, you look troubled.” Came Isarelle’s voice from inside his head. Isarelle had already decided to fade from sight and took up her place in Garren’s conscious.

“It’s nothing.” He insisted, “I’ll just pack what we need for the journey and I’ll be off to bed.”

“Alright.”

Garren did what he said he would do then retired to his/their room on the second floor. His hour was almost up when he finally made it to bed. He would wait until it was his hour again before getting up to do what was needed. Isarelle came on time as expected and quickly fell asleep. Garren remained awake in her sleep so he could move when his hour was there.

Finally, it came.

He gingerly got out of bed so as not to wake Isarelle up and made his way towards Adencia’s room with the key. His footsteps weren’t heard by anyone in the night and he was there in no time. He slipped the key in the lock, turned it slightly, then was gone.

Thorn not being able to sleep was pacing his room in the dark listening to the sounds of the nearly abandoned mansion. He could hear the muffled steps of someone sneaking about in the hall, so he krept to the door and opened it as quietly as possible but the door let out a load squeak as he opened it. "Uh oh." Was all he could mutter. He would just play the 11 years old he looked it was a very useful curse at times, but only to thoes who do not know what the curse is.

Garren heard the creak of the door and the little voice as he neared the end of the hall. He turned to see Thorn standing in the small crack of his doorway. Garren peered down at the little guy curiously and whispered softly, “Can I help you?”