Chapter 1: The Prophesy

Frieda pokes her head in warily, looking for signs of danger.

lets make ourself at home a bit and wait and see who comes back. There is a fire and all. Corelief points out a chair for the slave and sets himself to wait a bit.

curls up near the fire.

Frieda sits.

Corelief looks about suspecting trouble, but finding none he made himself at home. He calls out to no one in general, Okay what do you ask from us to stay here?

Hmm So it is the house itself. Well we are welcome to be here. Anything more we can do rather than spend our night here?

Moves over and sits down, "The spirits of this house are inviting."

"Wow." is just stunned by the womans appearance.

He bows his head.

Corelief asks, This is quite the place. What is the cost to stay here?

Frieda, momentarily at a loss for words before this angelic creature, swallows hard. We-- she begins hoarsely. She clears her throat as her face reddens at the anger she feels for allowing herself to feel awed by the woman. She stands and balls her fists. We came to see the Oracle. Bimble sent us.

Corelief feeling a bit relieved now that this is the Oracles place. Yes we came here for knowledge.

"What words of wisdom do you have for us, great one ?"