Palla Ba talks privately to Trece before the meeting.
OOC:
Other PCs do not know this, but I don't think it is any surprise or secret info that the Seetan faction members talk among themselves.
Note DMJ to HypCo REVEALED...
Palla Ba meets with Thirteen to see if his is doing well enough in recovery after the dangerous battle against The Golem.
Palla Ba says that Thirteen did very well. He showed courage, tenacity, sincerity, and ingenuity even in the stress and confusion of a fight to the death.
Palla Ba does hope that Thirteen learned something though. He should have learned that people care about him. Palla Ba and Lok feared for Thirteen's life during the battle. They stood their ground in hopes of saving him. They think of Thirteen as a friend, a comrade, someone extremely valuable. Someone worth risking their own lives for. It is because as they have known him, they have made a bond with him and freely give trust to him, even as he does so in return. There is no master of limitless power. There is no servant who is bound to obey at all costs. Their may be leadership, and the following of wisdom among them, but there is no slavery.
Thirteen must begin to understand that his own worth is different now. He is a slave to no man. He must begin in this new time of life to make his own agreements and relationships with others in terms based on good judgment about trust and open exchange on equal ground. Thirteen must stop now trying to find a new master to obey. Thirteen is a free man, and an incredibly formidable one at that. He wears no chains. He is his own master. No one else can claim his obedience, but he can give his word to anyone as he wishes.
Palla Ba has heard Thirteen speak a few times about Two, his former mentor and friend. Palla Ba believes that Two was incredibly wise, a true giant among men in terms of insight and good character. Palla Ba is sure now also that Two was indeed an incredibly disciplined and well-trained man. After seeing Thirteen in battle, Palla Ba is certain now of something he had highly suspected before. Thirteen has been trained as a Monk of an Ancient Otessite Order that is centuries old . That means that Two was a master of an ancient form of martial arts and mysticism that most would have thought had been lost to time long past. But instead it endures in hidden tradition, passed down in mysterious ways. It is a not only a fighting style but also a way of life, established by wise monastics who sought the perfection of the body and soul for the purpose of standing against the mightiest of opponents and the worst of dangers. They were a group who devoted themselves to fight against the great menaces of their day, the Red Djinn, the Wind Devils of W'Deszcz, and all of the mad Wizard-Kings who commanded them.
This order was called Zir Kharum, the House of Strength. It taught a inner power of mind, body, and soul. Thirteen has already become an acolyte of this ancient Monastic Tradition. Palla Ba believes that it is likely Thirteen's destiny to unlock even greater mysteries from this heritage that is now his.
Thirteen is a Seetan, born of the oldest race in the World. He is also a Zir Kharum Monk, a trustee of one of the most ancient disciplines of wisdom and strength among any people.
Palla Ba has heard Thirteen say, in an echo of Two's great wisdom,
"Now is not your time." A great declaration indeed. So far it has not been a time for Thirteen's demise. He has escaped death and even helped others do the same.
And now Palla Ba wishes Thirteen to hear him say,
"Now is your time to live, to live a true life that is your own."
"I am honored to know you, Thirteen. I hope that we have more time together in this life, but if we do not then I will take great happiness knowing that I could give you this gift in this time."
The Old Seetan hands Trece a small leather bound book. It is thick with old uneven pages. A leather clasp holds the book shut.
"It is a manual. A book of secret techniques of the Zir Kharum, written by a High Master at the Tou T'raam Monastery. I took it from an ancient ruin in Otessa long ago. I knew I could never understand it, but I could not bear it to be lost. Now I know that it must have been for this day that I was compelled to carry it."
Palla Ba smiles, and then hands Trece one more thing, a small leather sheath, wrapped for presentation in a fine thick silk cloth.
Unfolding the cloth, then opening the sheath, Trece finds that it is a small specialized carrier. There are two spoons inside, immaculate in their design. One is gleaming steel, with small decorative etchings drawn upon it to perfection. The other pale and chalky, White Cast Iron.
In the sheath, there is space for one more spoon.