Game table

"It's not Qotal's or Kiltzi's glyph. That's the only ones I know. I bet you know Stormslayer and are holding back on us."

She kisses Duke on his cheek, "Be kind with your words. Not everyone is as forthcoming, remember my own past."

She looks over at Stormslayer, "I understand your hesitation more than you know, but would you mind going against that feeling and sharing what your mission is please? If it could help, I think we'd all appreciate it. What's said at this table will be kept at this table."

"You calm me Kit. He bend his arm back to touch his hand to her neck as she kisses his creek, Stormslayer, we are men of honor, you and I. We can work together, yes?"

Deep in thought and memory, I suddenly get that look, you know the one. The look of realization. The look of pleasure at finding that last bit of the puzzle that eluded you. The look of someone who overlooked a word spoken earlier, and it finally gets processed.

"Did you say something about seeds?" I say, grinning a lopsided grin. I'm onto something and I'm happy about it. I look around the room, doing a quick survey... then leap to my feet, rushing over to a side table, where I find some paper and ink. Hunched over in an almost comical fashion, I begin to scribble, smudging the surface as I draw...

"Would what you are looking for look something like this?" I ask, presenting the messy and slightly still damp piece of "art."

looks at Stormslayer like he had just belly flopped off a mountain cliff without head protection,"That depends. What is it?"

"Gimme a minute... I need to wash this ink off my hands..." I say as I walk off, looking to find a wash basin.

Starts to softly pick out Greensleeves on his lute. "So the proposal is to follow our newly freshly reincarnated good goddess to chase a vampire to get a codex to find an item because our evil goddess, i.e. our recently rescued, seemingly helpless, little girl, wants it before the vampire gets it? I'm in.
"Why? I learned all the songs and tales from the Elves in the south, and thought I'd come up here and learn some new ones, makeup a few, and see what all those tales may be worth. This has the making of a fine song."

"I’m so sorry to take so long. We were only expecting five guests, as she smiles at Dukalu." she serves heaping bowls of coco tea and fruit and various pastries and a large porridge crockery of tart yogurt. "And you Antethoe, we will bring your cacao pudding, too" She leaves and behind her you see her mother come out from the kitchen and wait for the front door to open. After one minute, the door does open and in step a majestic Eagle Knight, with flowing white feathered robes And a headdress is a giant eagle skull. The matronly mother touches the Knight’s forehead and prays. They touch foreheads for a moment. Then the mother motions for her to join your party.

The eagle knight strides across the floor and smiles. She heads straight for Kon and offers her left arm. He stands and grips her left elbow as she grips his right in a soldiers greeting. Then the Knight takes her right hand and pulls his neck to her and gives him a long passionate kiss.

She releases Kon and sits akimbo allowing her white feather robes to float down on the floor behind her. She takes Kon’s drink and guzzles it and slams it on the table. "Mixpantzinque! Hello those before me."

"Apologies for the delay... I needed some time to gather my thoughts. And process my memories. I don't know whether it was the healing you performed or the words you spoke, fox lady, but it seems as if some memories that were locked away have surfaced. I don't know if it was something that old sea dog did to me while I was dead, or if these memories are just so strange that my mind chose not to keep them when I returned from death. Sorry, I'm rambling again.

"Before I left my home, before I had the argument with that bear, I stopped to get a look at a map. Of course, the only map I knew of in my village was the one in Farwalker's possession. You don't know Farwalker, though I'm not sure anyone truly does. He's either mad or a mystical genius. Anyways, I snuck into his home at night, hoping to make a rough copy of his map. He wasn't there, and rather than the map, I seemed drawn to a strange hunk of obsidian lying among his knickknacks. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help but peer into it. I don't know what I expected to see, but what I saw was that." I gesture to the rough drawing placed upon the table, next to the codex impression.

"It looked like a giant seed, to me, sitting upon some rocks along a shore. I don't know what it really is. But it wasn't merely a picture, it was almost a vision. The rest of the room disappeared, and I smelled the salty air, I watched the waves as they crashed over the seaweed. I could not move, but I could feel the cool breeze wicking away the sudden heat that permeated me, even as I had no body." I look around the room, hoping not to be taken for a giant fool.

"Before I could really process much, though, I was startled back to reality by Farwalker himself. He wasn't there, and then he was. I have no idea where he came from, for I was sure his place was empty as I snuck about it. He was supposed to be away, off on one of his travels. But there he was. He spoke in mystery and riddle, knew I would break a table leg before I did it. And he also told me where that thing was. Marked it on the map, even, and gave me the map." I pull the rolled up map out of my pack and roll it open on the table. I place my dagger on one end and ask, "Anyone got something to hold this other end down?"

Suddenly realizing the composition of the room has changed during my moment of distraction, I begin to blush. "Forgive me, ladybird, I was lost in thought and did not notice your entrance. I hope I have not interrupted you!"

Reaches for a knife that wasn’t there before and stabs it into map and table.

"No worries little friend. My name is Huatzicahualtumila. Go on. "

"Anyways... umm...", I stare, startled at the knife sticking through the last gift I received before leaving home. "Well, that's all that I remember right now. Thought it's possible that more will come later. There's a tickling at the back of my mind as to that name, Uhti, almost musical..."

"Perhaps... perhaps after I indulge myself in some of this spread." I say, the last few words muffled a little as I speak the words around the food already in my mouth. I take a deep draw from a cup of tea, realizing that I was hungrier than I knew.

"Careful little friend. That is Camihuatl’s special tea made from the coco plant. It has mild vision trip effects on the unaccustomed imbiber. Drink slowly. "

"Mixpantzinque to you too Huatzi."

"Good thing I have such a large body to absorb it with, eh? Hah! Perhaps you should have the little girl warn us when she gives us such to drink. Perhaps, though, I will hallucinate more of my memories."