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"Glad to have you on board, Bartre!" Ed replied enthusiastically. She flicked her black hair back and rolled her shoulders. "I'll gladly be proceeding. Come on, Am -- "

Ed stopped short to see Amara had met the ruler of Renais from the continent of Magvel, Ephraim. This guy she actually recognized, because...well, he was mentioned often in historical texts that had been brought to the library. Additionally, he'd been hanging out quite a bit.

Ed allowed them to speak, leaning her weight onto one foot and propping a hand against her hip. She listened to their conversation, just grinning at the cuteness of it all, until she realized that there were tears perching on Amara's lashes. Her face fell.

"...Oh, that poor girl," she sighed.

"So you're going to combat with one of your... corrupted comrades." Victoria reasoned. "As you know, I'm the only one who can change them back... so I shall accompany you." The bishop knew Meletha and Arashe had no choice in the matter. She did make sure that she had a full lightning tome, her trusty Mend staff, two elixirs, and what she dubbed the "restorative tome". Also in her pack she carried something she hoped she wouldn't ever have to use... the rescue staff. She had spent two long nights preparing for battle, now at least she knew against whom.

"No I only need 2 people for my plan to work. Arashe and Victoria are enough." She said. "I don't want more people then what is needed."

"Yeah, you can't expect to be able to first take down Tibarn THEN the others when they come out with only three people." Aran had finished his breakfast and was now standing near the wall, he wasn't exactly volunteering himself although he wanted to be able to help. But a three man team was suicide, it was.

Well now. So they were planning a mission to go out and stop what was going on, were they? A sort of an all-out move to try and stop them before it got any worse? That was actually a pretty good idea, but NOT with three people. That would be more than a little stupid. A forgotten character listened as they set up their plans, and Amelia - sort of his niece now, he supposed - burst out telling them that she was going to go with them and try to take care of Rei by herself. Rei. . . wasn't that the shaman kid? Well, now. He couldn't fight, but he did have other powers. . . Kishuna retired to the armory entrance and waited there. She'd have to come eventually.

And, when she did, the morph was there waiting for her. "Amelia," he said with no preamble. "You're going after Rei, aren't you? I'll come with you." His tone was serious for once; and he was also wearing a shirt this time. That meant he was DOUBLY serious. "It isn't as if I can do anything else here, and Rei is the only magic-user among them. I want to help; and I'm certain Renault would be angry if he knew I had the chance to go with you and I let you go on your own."

Rhys smiled politely and started moving upstairs towards his room. "Together we Ride, no? It's not like they're not going to work together, either. Nils and Rei already have. Besides, I see no healers volunteering," he added as he trudged upstairs.

He peered around at the things he'd collected inside his room. Rhys was generally tidy, and kept his room spartan--years of being with a mercenary group taught you NOT to carry anything unnecessary. Inside his room was just a random assortment of staves, a few holy tomes, assorted herbal remedies, and spare sets of clothing. The Light tome he had was, simply, getting beat up from all its days of use, and he wanted something that could be a bit stronger in a pinch--Shine. The tome was a bit heavier than Light, and Rhys could certainly feel the difference, but it wouldn't slow him down very much.
That left the staves--every Bishop worth his salt needed staves. He promptly seized hands on a Physic staff--with its range, it would be VERY handy in any fight. Let's see... Rescue... Rescue...

His eyes alighted on a familiar staff instead. It was several years older now, but it hardly looked any worse for wear, mostly because Rhys made sure that a Hammerne worked it over whenever it appeared ready to fall apart.

The Ashera staff... that's right, I wielded that once, not too long ago. Mist didn't have the level of staff experience that I did, so I got to keep it, since I was the only one who could use it. But, would it be a good idea...?

He scanned his other staves. A Warp staff could be found in his rather impressive inventory, but no Rescue, sadly. It had never been needed, so it had been sold back to Aimee at one point.

I'll take it, then.

Rhys took the Ashera staff from its place on the staff rack, his hands moving around an attached leather strap. Moving it around his right arm and letting the staff rest at an angle on his back, he went back downstairs.

Arashe had slipped off into his room in the verbal chaos, rummaging through his things. The Ichival was placed gently against the wall in a corner, golden designs shining in the sun. Lady Ayra said not to use it, so I'll trust her judgement. She is a hardened warrior, after all... Arashe grabbed his Hero's Bow, a gift from his father. Making sure that the string was tight, and that it was in good shape, he grabbed the respective arrows and made his way back downstairs.

"So, I've got a bow that'll do the job. When do we leave?"