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| Author: | Luridel |
| Summary: | Blue Squad assists the grummles of Burlap Waystation in stopping a hozen Ravage. Iphindra befriends not just one (1) but two (2) yeti. ~4.4k words. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Atley stands in the center of Onekeg, helmet tucked under his arm, eating strips of jerky.
Estel sits on a nearby fencepost, zoning out.
Iphi joins Atley, yawning. "Hi! D- did White Squad get back,now?"
Almeiria is lurking quietly by the fire.
Estel hops down and wanders over.
Atley looks to Iphindra and shakes his head. "No, but I have it on good authority that they're in good health."
Iphi sighs of relief.
"As I'm certain some of you may have read, White Squad is to the north, in 'Zouchin Province.' It seems those spare Zandalari we came 'cross weren't alone," Atley says. "Our focus will be on the heartlands. The hozen are still ravaging the local grummles."
Iphi shakes her head, whispering. "Poor things…"
Atley grunts.
"Mmkay," Estel says. "Good to help the grummles out, they don't seem to be much for fighting. Even if I'm missing my luckydo today."
Almeiria glances at Estel. "Where did he get off to?"
"He's looking into something," Estel says.
Atley nods. "Business has taken him elsewhere. It'll be the four of us, today."
Iphi giggles at Estel calling Shun her luckydo.
Estel claps her hands. "Let's do this." Oh, that was a blessing of Fortitude.
"So what's the plan, then? Kill all the hozen?" Almeiria asks.
Atley tugs on his helmet. "We'll see," Atley says. "We're making for Burlap Waystation."
Estel fetches Menace.
Menace is chewing on something fragrant. Hopefully it isn't someone's luckydo.
Atley glances over. "Wot's he got in his mouth?"
Estel shrugs. "Dunno." She does not investigate. Getting near the teeth is the bad place.
Nothing at Burlap Waystation has changed since last week. It is still a shabby little roadside stop consisting of not much more than some rough log fencing and a bunch of debris. Maybe more debris than last week.
Brother Rabbitsfoot lifts his chin as though to peer at them from beneath his hair. His eyes remain invisible. "Most fragrant luckydos!" he greets them. "Friends of the grummles! You have returned to stop the hozen ravages?"
"We have!" Iphi exclaims.
Atley grunts.
Brother Rabbitsfoot nods earnestly. "Broketooth hozen have big magic idols now. The Ook of Dook teaches them to use idols to get power from sacrifices. They are using them to kill grummles! Please, you must destroy these idols!
For every idol, there is a chief. You must kill the chief and give him to own idol to break the power. Yes?"
"Oh? We're performing sacrificial rituals on the hozen instead?" Almeiria says, suddenly interested.
Estel looks blankly at Brother Rabbitsfoot, then at Almeiria.
Atley briefly side-eyes Almeiria and then Brother Rabbitsfoot.
"When hozen kill grummles, they take their packages," Brother Rabbitsfoot says sadly. "Fortune frowns on a grummlepack undelivered. Please give grummles peace on the great trail of beyond and bring their grummlepacks to me. I will see them delivered."
Atley inclines his head. "Very well, then. Let's get to it."
Atley squints at the run-down hozen village.
Estel looks around for fallen grummles.
"I— I don't like to interfere with an ecosystem. If th- there are stronger species who kill the members of another, that's just l- life…" Iphi shakes her head. "But not for sacrifices."
Atley ducks his head and steps into a crude dwelling. "Slain one here."
"You did good," Estel tells the dead grummle, taking the pack and strapping it to Menace. "Keep goin' on that great trail beyond."
Iphi smiles at Estel.
Atley nods with approval before he looks to Iphindra. "Aye. I'm not surprised they'd sink to those depths. I am surprised they've the ability for more complex rituals."
As before, Estel takes a few drops of holy water to draw the symbol of light on the grummle's forehead. She carefully replaces the bangs over their eyes afterward. That seems important.
"I admit I am most curious about the rituals," Almeiria says, surprising no one.
Iphi points at the Hateful Ko Ko. He seems big and important.
He has very spiky pauldrons. That's how you know.
Atley nods at Iphindra before he turns to Almeiria. "Here's your chance, then."
Atley gets knocked back several feet before Hateful Ko Ko is killed. He pushes himself up and dusts himself off before he marches back up the hill, looking to Almeiria.
Atley looks from Hateful Ko Ko's corpse to Almeiria. "Get him up on there, then." He crouches, wraps his arms around the giant hozen, and lifts with perfect posture, laying the corpse out over the stone slab.
Almeiria calls to the power within the idol. Twin orange beams shoot from the monkey idol's eyes towards the corpse, and suddenly, the idol explodes!
Atley doesn't flinch, but his eyes go half-lidded with disgust. "Wot' magic is this? Nature? Shamanism?"
"Evil?" Iphi asks.
Estel quickly Shields Almeiria in case of shrapnel.
"Savage, at the least," Atley says to Iphindra.
"It is not a power I recognize with any familiarity," Almeiria says. "If I had to speculate, it may be closest to troll voodoo."
Atley lowers to swipe a package off of a slain grummle.
Iphi takes some dew drops from one of the plants in her hair and imitates Estel's moves on the corpse of the grummle.
Atley doubletakes a massive pair of corpses in the center of The Deeper. "Right… Wot' are these, then?"
Estel attempts a resurrection at each fallen grummle whose body isn't literally in pieces, and when those fail, performs her last rites.
"Yeti?" Estel guesses, shrugging.
"I know!" Iphi says. "O- one of the pandaren talked about yeti!"
"Voodoo," Atley says dourly, with a tone of agreement with Almeiria's assessment. He drags the corpse of Dak Dak all the way down to the central chamber and lays it out over the altar.
"They s- say there are yeti in the mountains!" Iphi says.
"They say the truth, then," Atley says.
"Range about for more packages," Atley says.
They range about for more grummlepacks and find a lot of dead grummles.
Atley shakes his head. "These wretches have massacred them."
Iphi nods sadly.
Estel sighs as she loads grummlepacks onto Menace. Menace seems irritated. They're not light.
"A spear, there. In the rock." Atley frowns and trudges through the water to get to it.
"We've one more altar to destroy…" Atley says.
"There is… anger in them," Almeiria notes. "The totems and the altars. Perhaps they have inadvertently tapped into the Sha."
Atley contemplates that for a moment before providing an intrigued grunt.
"The savages don't know wot' they toy with, then," Atley says.
"How d'you know they don't?" Estel asks.
"They seem dim witted." Atley says.
"It may help to explain their increasingly violent behavior towards the grummles," Almeiria says.
"They might be d- doing it willingly, for power…" Iphi ponders.
"I don't doubt they would venerate anything that could grant them power, no matter how foul," Atley says.
"Wot' I doubt is their full understand of wot' they're doing," Atley adds.
"There were hozen training with us at the monastery," Estel says.
"There are few hozen that seem civilized, indeed. I wouldn't include these mountain mongrels among them," Atley says.
Iphi tilts her head and considers this.
"Another chieftain," Atley observes.
[Tak Tak]: "New king, new rules. Sorry, but wikkets gonna get ravaged!"
They kill Tak Tak.
Atley drags Tak Tak's body up to the altar and lays it out over a slab. He examines the idol for a moment before stepping back. "Aye. This smacks of voodoo, indeed."
Atley squints. "New king. The Thunder King's return?"
"Is that something the hozen are concerned with?" Almeiria asks. "They had a 'Monkey King' before, but…"
"The Ook of Dook, Brother Rabbitsfoot says. Which could be the Thunder King." Estel shrugs.
Atley frowns in thought. "The Monkey King is a nobler sort in tales. An ally of Shaohao."
Iphi frowns in worry. "A new King is a- always a complicated situation, right? Especially when th- they're so prone to war…"
"There may be a new hozen warlord that's rallying these tribes," Atley says. "But the timing is too bloody convenient, 'sidering wot' White Squad's uncovered."
Atley swipes up one last grummle package and looks around. "That'll do. Let's return."
"I do wonder how they managed to resurrect such an ancient existence," Almeiria comments. "Perhaps we should be studying it. Revive some of our own ancient historical figures."
Estel walks alongside Menace, who is too laden down by eight or so grummlepacks.
Atley side-eyes Almeiria. "Many of our historical figures have earned their rest. The mogu are fools, longing for an age that's long passed. We may as well try to revive Thoradin himself with that desperation."
"Bu— but perhaps they could give us some wisdom, from time to time," Iphi tilts her head.
"P'raps… And aye, I'd like to know how they've done it," Atley says to both of them.
"We could resurrect Shaohao himself and demand an explanation," Almeiria says.
"Hey," Estel says as they return to Brother Rabbitsfoot. She starts unloading packs from Menace.
Atley scoffs with amusement at Almeiria before he marches up to Brother Rabbitsfoot. "We've destroyed the idols. Slain those chiefs and recovered all we could find."
"Thank you, friends of the grummles," says Brother Rabbitsfoot. "The Shado-Pan cannot protect the grummles because they fight at the wall. But if they fight at the wall, they need grummlepacks more than ever. You are good fortune for grummles and Shado-Pan. When we are back at a proper camp I must buy you the smelliest, luckiest incense I can find." He wrings his hands a little anxiously. "I will buy you two incense if you help with another thing?"
Estel looks at Dane for approval.
Atley nods. "Wot' is it?"
"My Brother Yakshoe was leading a group of grummles on the Burlap Trail. The Knucklethump hozen attacked them and took my brother and his grummles to their camp, which is north. Please, my brother always has bad fortune and no luck, but he is my brother. Will you rescue him and his grummles?"
Atley blinks at the casual nature of Brother Rabbitsfoot's explanation. "F'course. We'll make it for it directly."
"We w- wil be his luck today!" Iphi smiles at Rabbitsfoot.
Atley grunts.
"Sure thing." Estel grins.
Atley squints ahead. "They've infested the lower mountains. I hadn't spotted these villages from the Brulap Trail."
Atop a hillside is another monkey idol.
Iphi looks at the hozen, who seem to be waiting for them, hanging form trees,holding up their weapons.
In the distance a grummle voice yells, "I still have a luckydo! This is your last chance to surrender before bad fortune finds you!"
At the top of a rise at the edge of the hozen camp stands another of the sacrificial idols. A brawny hozen in the shoulder armor of a chieftain holds a struggling grummle aloft over the altar, pack and all.
"No! Don’t throw me in the fire, hozen!" cries the grummle, panicked.
Estel tosses out a handful of spectral feathers to speed up her team.
"Well, that was an easy find," Almeiria says. "We had best hurry if we intend to save him."
Atley nods. "Move — now!"
Iphi moves now.
Estel bolts for the hillside.
Atley charges uphill and drop-kicks Mok Mok directly into the flaming altar.
[Mok Mok]: "What the ook?! OW! OW! OW!"
Estel Shields Brother Yakshoe.
Iphi catches Yakshoe with her plants.
Atley pushes himself up and ignores the smell of burning hozen, turning to Yakshoe.
"You reek of fortune! Many thanks for saving me, most smelly luckydos! And Brother Rabbitsfoot say I not have good fortune. Bah! I am called Brother Yakshoe."
"I am Sir Dane Atley, of Cobalt Company," Atley says.
"You okay?" Estel smiles. "I'm Estel, hi."
Brother Yakshoe taps his hairy chin, oddly calm considering he was just about to get sacrificed. "I am thinking I am okay… But."
"These hozen have a yeti," whispers Brother Yakshoe loudly. "They call it Old Poot Poot and keep it in the back of their cave. Hozen are scared of yeti usually, but now they feed it grummles." He shudders. "The hunter chief of the hozen is called Cho Cho the Wicked. I am thinking he will have a key for the yeti shackles. It would be most bad fortune for the hozen if a yeti is loose in their fort, yes?" Brother Yakshoe smiles slyly.
"Th- that's a good plan!" Iphi says. "Wait h- how do we make sure the yeti doesn't turn against us?"
"Bad fortune for us as well, if we get in its way," Almeiria says.
Atley knits his brow. "I warrant Brother Yakshoe'd have us bugger off while the beast rampages."
Brother Yakshoe nods and grins.
"That's fair. Let the yeti feast on its keepers. It's had enough grummles," Atley says.
Estel bounces on her heels. "Whoever unlocks it has just gotta move fast after."
Atley grunts, drawing Thunderfury as he descends into the fort. "Have we got a volunteer, then?"
"Sure," Estel says.
"I c- can do it!" Iphi says. "If it gets too close, I can h- hide in the shadows and sneak away!"
"Oi, that poor bastard, there. Iphindra, loose him from the tree," Atley says.
"If only Shun were here," Almeiria says. "This job would be perfect for him."
Atley grunts.
There are some grummles tied up and hanging from buildings and trees, still alive.
Iphi makes the tree's branch cut the rope by itself. Boom. Luckydoo freed!
Atley marches underneath the tree to catch the falling grummles, packs and all. "Alright then, there you are. Back to the Waystation."
Estel does her best to return stolen luckydos to their owners as they're freed.
They travel through a tunnel that leads them to a cave where a shackled yeti sits against the wall.
Atley doubletakes Old Poot Poot. "These are the largest yeti I warrant I've seen. They dwarf even Northrend's by the look of 'em."
"It's b- beautiful!" Iphi smiles.
A hozen with larger than usual pointy shoulder pauldrons charges out to challenge the group. This goes poorly for him.
After a patrolling Cho Cho the Wicked is slain, Atley casually ransacks the corpse and produces a key. He looks between Estel and Iphindra.
"You wanna go for it?" Estel nods to Iphindra.
"Estel, you release it. Iphindra, do wot' you can to make the monster see as a friend, as much as you're able. Regardless, we're keeping our space," Atley says.
Iphi nods. She takes the key and runs to the yeti. "Go a- ahead! Get out!" she says to the others. "Oh! Or not!"
Iphi gives Estel the key.
Estel laughs and takes the key. She Shields herself and Iphindra.
Atley looks to Iphindra. "Go on, then. Appease the beast."
Iphi raises her hands, and plants grow towards Old Poot Poot. The flowers smell sweet and calming, like lavender.
Estel crouches down to unlock the yeti's shackles and Fades out of its notice.
Old Poot Poot eyes her warily with big, watery eyes. Despite a steady influx of grummles to eat, his life of chains and imprisonment seems to have worn the creature down.
Atley keeps his shield drawn and slowly steps in front of Almeiria.
"Hey, buddy," Estel says quietly. "You can go now."
She steps out of the yeti's way.
Almeiria stays safely behind the man with the shield.
Iphi approaches Old Poot Poot. "It's okay, we're here to free you. Go!"
Old Poot Poot slowly lifts an arm to scratch its face and suddenly realizes it's unchained. It chuffs, and growls at Iphindra, before it flings the kaldorei onto his back and lets out a deafening boom of a roar.
Old Poot Poot goes on a rampage throughout the cavern as it makes its escape, reducing hozen to smears on the ground.
"Oi — OI!" Atley charges after the yeti.
Iphi blinks a few times, then giggles, before it goes on a rampage. She then gets a little more serious about this.
"Oh, good, now we have an abduction," Almeiria says, following at a more casual pace.
"Oh, she's fine," Estel says, walking along with Almeiria.
Old Poot Poot stomps through the rest of the hozen and leaps through the air, landing at The Burlap Waystation, making the ground shake. It gently deposits Iphindra before storming off for the southern mountains.
A few moments afterward, Atley catches up.
Iphi waves Old Poot Poot goodbye, smiling.
Atley stares at Iphindra and the group of newly assembled grummles. "All sorted?"
Estel glances at Almeiria. "She's got a polar bear friend, why not a yeti friend?"
"I'm good, y- yes!" Iphi smiles. "Poot Poot was very kind and ca- careful with me."
Atley slowly turns away from Iphindra with a dubious grunt.
"As long as it doesn't get too friendly, I suppose," Almeiria says.
Brother Rabbitsfoot and Brother Yakshoe are waiting together at the edge of the waystation. "You are true luckydos," says Brother Rabbitsfoot solemnly as Blue Squad approaches.
Estel waves to them. "Yep. Guess we are, huh?"
A number of the rescued grummles gather around, surrounding the squad.
Iphi beams.
"Today," says Brother Yakshoe, "is a day of many good and bad fortunes. Bad fortune that hozen stole my grummles. Good fortune that my friends save my grummles. Bad fortune that so many hozen die to learn lesson. Good fortune that friends are luckydos and know how to fight. Grummles are not fighters. We carry, we explore, we are content."
"Now," says Brother Yakshoe. "You help some more? Now grummles are rescued, we must rescue supplies. You bring some grummles to the Dooker Dome. Keep them safe and get them near stolen crates. Grummles know what to do from there."
Atley nods slowly with a frown.
Iphi nods rapidly with a smile.
"Wait, wait," says Rabbitsfoot. "I have also an idea. Your yeti ride gives me an idea! The Ook of Dook has a pet yeti he named Chomp Chomp. He uses this yeti to scare other hozen into making him the leader hozen. We should get rid of that yeti. When you are at Dooker Dome, you fight the Cagemasters so Chomp Chomp is not tied up so much. Yakshoe and I will meet you there with strong incense and a dirty yak."
Rabbitsfoot and Yakshoe exchange grins.
Iphi grins as well.
Atley turns to Iphindra. "Ready to make another friend?" he asks dryly.
"Where's the Dooker Dome?" Estel asks.
"I a- am!" Iphi nods.
"I am not saying the name of that place," Almeiria says. "Ever."
"Seems the hozen have their own 'king' afterall. Let's go see to this mongrel," Atley says.
"Dooker Dome?" Iphi asks Almeiria.
Estel, who just said it, shrugs.
Almeiria makes a face.
"Ooker Dome is west, on Burlap Trail, then north of Burlap Trail!" Brother Rabbitsfoot explains.
"Okay. Thanks." Estel gives him a thumbs-up.
Atley grunts. "Let's ride."
They ride!
Atley points ahead. "There. A great fighting pit."
The Dooker Dome is identifiable at a distance from by one of those monkey idols, looming over the fighting pit's walls.
"I- I think I see Chomp Chomp!" Iphi points at the Dome.
Atley follows Iphindra's pointing. "Aye. That'll be it. Scour this place for all the packs our mates can carry." He nods as a group of Packless Packers arrive.
"Yes, we should send the grummles off before unleashing that creature," Almeiria says.
Atley grunts.
Iphi nods.
Atley points out packs to the packers. "There you are, lads. Off with you."
Chomp Chomp is restrained by a number of long chains, which are held down by hozen outside of the fighting pit.
Atley briefly side-eyes Chomp Chomp. "Bigger than the last one, you wager?" he asks no one in particular.
"I was just wondering, yes," Almeiria says.
Atley skims the nearby scroll. "Declare a 'ravage,' mm?"
The scroll reads:
The hozen of the Kun-Lai mountains are unusually aggressive, even by hozen standards. Food and supplies are often scarce in this hostile terrain. When times are hard, the hozen leadership may declare a "ravage" on nearby settlements.
During a ravage, every hozen strong enough to walk joins in on a massive swarm attack on nearby villages. In this way, they either acquire enough food to last the winter, or they lose enough of their weakest to ensure their current supplies are enough.
For years, the Shado-Pan and grummles have maintained an uneasy peace with the hozen in exchange for food tributes. Fear of the Shado-Pan keeps the local tribes in check… Usually.
"Oi, you lot. On me," Atley says.
"Big facker' marching about. Let's kill him," Atley says.
[Iphindra]: "I'll h- heal you!"
"That could not've been the Ook of Dook…" Atley growls, sounding disappointed.
Estel closes her eyes, reaching out for… Shun isn't here. "Gimme a sec'."
Atley glances over and eyes Estel up and down.
Estel jumps from the vision of a cagemaster to Chomp Chomp's.
"It's not," Estel says. "There's a guy up there. I think that's probably the Ook of Dook. He's got sort of a throne-y situation, for a hozen."
The Ook of Dook is just out of sight of the squad, blocked by a large wooden beam.
Iphi tries to look curiously through the Dooker Dome.
Atley nods crisply. "Well done, Estel," he says. "Will one more cagemaster set the beast free?"
Estel breaks the spell. "Maybe? I dunno how strong it is."
"I'd thought when you step into the vision of another — beast, wot' have you — you could feel wot' they feel. Can you not?" Atley asks.
"Well now, that would certainly be miserable," Almeiria says.
"No, I can't," Estel says. "Some folks might be better at it than I am, but generally, no."
Atley grunts. "We'll do these two in for good measure." He gestures to the two remaining cagemasters with Thunderfury.
Spotting Brother Rabbitsfoot and Brother Yakshoe, Atley marches over.
"Lads," Atley greets.
"Now hozen king is going to learn why it is most bad fortune to cheat grummles." Brother Yakshoe grins.
Iphi nods.
"Ready for the yeti?" asks Brother Rabbitsfoot hopefully.
Atley nods once. "We are."
"We beat the Ook of Dook and the hozen won’t have someone telling them to ravage," says Brother Rabbitsfoot. "Here is the plan. Yakshoe will lead Tassle into arena and scare away Chomp Chomp." He points at the muddy yak whose lead rope Yakshoe is holding. The yak is carrying gigantic sticks of incense in its harness. "Then you sneak in and fight the Ook of Dook while hozen are distracted by the yeti rampaging. You meet us at Burlap Waystation for a big reward."
"Sure, okay," Estel says.
Atley frowns. "The yak'll scare the beast?"
"The incense will, I b- bet?" Iphi says.
Brother Rabitsfoot smiles and nods. "Mhmm!"
Almeiria nods. "The smell certainly might."
Atley nods. "Very well. We're ready."
Brother Yakshoe leads Tassle into the yeti’s now-unguarded enclosure, and carefully lights the incense sticks the yak is carrying. "Good fortune to you!" he yells, and dashes away.
Atley looks to the squad and eyes the giant yeti warily. "Stay sharp."
After a moment, the placid Tassle lifts her head to sniff at the pungent incense smoke. She gives a bellow of dismay and begins to run, spooked.
"I- it's working!" Iphi shouts, as she grows plants all around the Dooker Dome.
Estel Shields Tassle just in case.
Chomp Chomp the yeti is enraged by this pungent apparition. He swipes at Tassle and misses as the yak flees erratically, and then with a roar he smashes from his cage and goes barreling off through the hozen camp. Cries sound.
Atley raises his shield to protect himself and others from the debris of The Dooker Dome.
Almeiria stays well clear of the yeti.
"No!" bellows a voice. "Wikkets stole my Chomp Chomp!" A gigantic hozen swings down into the arena and bares his teeth at the intruders.
The eyes of the gigantic monkey idol overlooking The Dooker Dome ignite, and shoot out a combined beam of fire that roams the arena space.
"Kill him!" Atley says.
"Ca- careful of the fire! Don't st- stay in it!" Iphi shouts.
Estel plays dodge-the-fire as it chases her.
Almeiria minds the idol as she focuses her attacks on the hozen.
Atley charges in at The Ook of Dook, Thunderfury swinging.
Knucklethump Spectators, clinging to the rafters of The Dooker Dome, even as Chomp Chomp rampages, screeching at deafening decibels.
Estel leads the fire beam into the wooden rafters of the Dooker Dome, ducking between two boards.
Eventually, The Ook of Dook falls, and the Dooker Dome is laid to waste. The remaining hozen scatter as Chomp Chomp rampages off into the distance.
Atley nods to the others. "Out! Let's move!"
Estel moves, tossing out spectral feathers to speed up her allies.
Iphi turns into a tree and holds up two rafters threatening to fall and to block the exit.
Outside, the surrounding hozen village is literally flattened in most places. Atley looks it over with a scowl. "All sorted, then."
"Let's make for the Waystation, you lot," Atley says.
Almeiria's shadows are a deeper hue, reflecting her annoyance. "I do hope my hearing recovers from that racket."
"Thanks," Estel calls to Iphindra-tree.
Atley grunts at Almeiria in agreement.
"Hooray!" cries Brother Rabbitsfoot at their approach. "Hooray, the Ook of Dook is dead! Grummles are saved! You are forever most fragrant friends of the grummles."
Iphi beams.
Estel smiles at Brother Rabbitsfoot.
Atley sits back in his saddle and nods. "The Burlap Trail is safer now for your folk, brothers. Travel well. Always count The Alliance as a friend."
"Back to Onekeg, you lot," Atley says before spurring Hal'vyr on.
"Alright, then," Atley says as they return. "We've done something to be properly proud of, today. Secured the Burlap Trail and ended the hozen Ravage. Even if another leader among them rises, I doubt they'll see a need for a Ravage, as we've 'relieved' several of the tribes of a few dozen mouths to feed," Atley growls. "This means more supplies will flow freely to the wall, and the Shado-Pan Monastery."
Iphi smiles. She's a bit conflicted on the whole murder thing, but they did good regardless.
"The grummles are safer now," Atley adds. "Dismissed. I'll stay about here and wait for news from White Squad. Their tasks are also dire."
"Cheers," Estel says. "Good work."
Atley grunts.
"Do let us know if the Thunder King shows up somewhere," Almeiria says.
"Good w- work, yes! We make a great team," Iphi smiles." Yes, I'd be h- happy to help."
"I trust we'll cross swords with that bastard sooner or later. He should've stuck to his own time," Atley says.
Iphi nods.
Almeiria laughs, then heads off to the inn.
Iphi also heads off to the inn.