Shortly after I found the torq and scimitar, one of our delayed bonding members arrived. I hope the other is OK, though I feel they are still quite distant.

Mykal is an odd sort, even for a Kaa’ Jah Kushan. His casual mannerisms remind me of some of the slaves I saw at the Gathering. His bows are too deep and he tends to cast his eyes down when others speak. But the rest of the time he acts like a master, or tries to at least. His eyes blaze with ambition but I can’t figure out what his job is. He’s not a warrior. He’s not a priest. He’s not a merchant, nor a shepherd, nor a butcher, nor a smith. All the masters of slaves I saw were something, he seems to be none that I can tell. But now that I think about it, he is an excellent shot with his sling. Sadly he does not seem to have much ‘oomf’ behind it. Maybe he is a rat catcher for a thriving oasis. That would explain the mannerisms and the accuracy. You don’t really need a lot of power to brain a rat. I’ll stay close, most Kaa’ Jah Kushan don’t appreciate rat the way I do.

GiKar led the way into the next room, which had the spirits of warriors in metal armor! GiKar grunted mightily at them, but they were unimpressed, what with them being dead and all. I tossed my spear at one to no effect and then remembered the scimitar. I slashed to and fro until I saw Aquila slash were the neck of the spirits would be and it was destroyed! I tried it myself and he dropped! My celebration was very short as a flame singed me. I determined that it came from the spirit warrior furthest away from us, so I charged at him and cut him down.

The fight was over so I thought that I should check the metal armor to see if it contained a special trinket and it did. Metal armor! What wealthy folk they must have been to have armor made from metal! They all had trinkets. I found two different necklaces! Du’ Al ‘Sol Ter must truly be smiling on me!

I must be more careful with that thinking, because when GiKar open the next door and I saw a chest on the far wall I raced to it. Only to have three huge bull headed people appear out of nowhere! GiKar, the warrior, launched a mighty throw of his spear, pinning the biggest to the wall. It chilled my blood to see that his strike did not kill it. The rest of the fight is a blur, I remember dropping one of the small ones and joining the fight against the big one. I know that without the mystical aid of Aquila I would have been terribly wounded, if not dead.

But we prevailed, and now to take a look into that chest…

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