Advise

JP with Omni and Winteroak

Desdem

Voah sighed. At the center of the battle in the doomed city… she couldn’t say she was looking forward to that bloodshed, but if she wanted to protect her people it was probably right where she belonged. If she was lucky, she would die in battle rather than be captured, that at least would be a good death.

And this Voice of Winter… The boy shaman must surely be referring to the cryomancer. Would she face the other tortured Mizaran woman again? Voah subconsciously touched a hand to her clavicle where the speckled scars of frostbite had left their mark.

“Indeed… We shall see what they need most… and what I need most when the time comes.”

She didn’t care to linger on the thought of the imminent demise of herself and her friends so she changed the subject.

“Your presence strikes me as one who has lived the seasons of an elder… is that by consequence of your magik, or are you something more… like Sister Locust? How old are you, Berus?”

The young shaman smiled. "I'm around 40 seasons old. And I am nothing like Sister Locust. Her powers and her longevity comes from the Twins themselves or so it is believed." He looked up at her golden hair and wondered if her life's journey finished atop the walls of the Gate City.

"Some rituals can allow certain memories and traits to pass between parents to offsprings through the bloodlines. Two or three generations at most." He said unsure of how comfortable she would be talking about such matters. After all despite her mild and gentle manner she was a hunter of his kind.

Mindful that she needed some rest just like the others after another brutal trek through the desert he decided to bring their interaction to a close.

"You must rest. You and your friends. The road ahead will be long and fraught with danger." He told her deciding to share one last piece of advise.

"Your friend Greyriver will need your shoulder before the end of her quest."