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This ICD would happen after session 27.

Flower / Opal 6

Belwar had trouble sleeping that night. Of course, he had been having trouble sleeping these last weeks anyway, and the unusual heat of the late spring night made him kick off his few covers and he was sweating profusely. Still, tonight's restlessness was different: he was more mentally restless than usuall. He was eager to set back out to the temple again.

Eventually the sun poured it's light over the keep, and Belwar rose. He groaned as he stretched and his stomach protested it's own neglect.

It was still a bit early for visiting anyone, so he spent time oiling his armor and sharpening his axes while he mulled over what to do next.

Communication, he decided would be the most difficult obstacle to get by. Perhaps Trillomore could help. However it worked out, this time Belwar wanted to do the talking, but he certainly wasn't going to be reading off of any scroll. The simple thought of casting magic sent a shiver down Belwar's spine.

Perhaps an enchanted item though... For some reason, magic that made inanimate items more useful was much more acceptable to him.

Belwar grabbed a piece of dried meat from his travel pack. No sense letting it go bad, he though. He chewed on it while he went to see of Trillomore was awake.

No problem at all. Those are things I probably would have included if I could remember them.

Belwar's scowl hardened a bit. If someone knew he was coming and had enough time to prepare a breakfast, why not prepare the answer to his questions and have those laid out ont he table as well?

Still though, he was hungry. Since his exposure to the humans Belwar had discovered that he was very fond of banana bread and coffee. They didn't have these things at Eastwold.

"Thank you Targyle, an impressive spread indeed." Belwar stepped into the all but empty room. He looked about expecting to find a table where he could sit and talk with Trillomore.

"Well, don't mind if I do," Belwar said as he slid a chair back for himself. Ever the one to make himself at home, Belwar plopped down into the chair and began to fill his plate.

He opted for water.

"Exactly how is it yer always expectin me?" he asked matter of factly.

Belwar smirked slightly at the obvious attempt to evade the question.

"That's a handy talent then. Must save a lot of time," he said, looking at his now filled plate, wondering where to start. Belwar found it difficult to resist the urge to eat with his fingers.

"Do you also know my reasons for coming?" Belwar asked.

"Oh uh," Belwar said clumsily. "As a matter of fact, I am. I'll eat just about anythin, truth be told, but given me druthers, I'd eat somethin tha used to graze..."

Belwar had spent most of his life knowing with certainty, that stone was solid. To move it, took a great degree of effort and in some cases great skill. These two seemed to walk right through it! It went against everything he'd learned through out his life... and it had him babbling.

Belwar drew a deep breath to help him recompose. "Thanks," he said at length.

Not really interested in small talk, Belwar said in Trillomore's direction "So, I was hopin ta prevail upon yeh for an answer to a problem I've got. The ant folk are piled upon one another in me Temple,"

Belwar stopped. "THE temple, that is... the temple I'd like ta restore. I mean, obviously it's no mine. Well, anyway, they're packed in there like weed in a pipe and they be looking fer a new home. Tha's what the elf told us after he'd read that scroll you'd given him."

"Anyway, we thought tha perhaps with the rabble no longer in the chasm, what better a place fer us to herd the mants to? Maybe there be an alliance in there somewhere."

Belwar took a bite of meat, and spoke around a half full mouth. "Trouble is, I'd like ta get ta talk ta these things, but I'm certainly no gunna read a scroll."

Belwar stopped talking for a moment. He held the meat up in front of him. "Quite good, by the way."

He hoped that Trillomore would jump in at this point with an answer or some guidance, so he could stop talking. Attention had been on Belwar far too long for his liking.

"Uch," Belwar rasped. "Wull, initially, it'd be nice if I could speak wit thum, but if thar goin ta be our neighbors, um thinkin thar'll be a need fer many people ta be talkin wit em. I suppose a spell if it must be... an um sure the Elf would be thrilled to cast anythin on me if given tha chance, though he's much more partial to tha thar color spray of his,"

Belwar realized he was referring to Himo as "the elf" while talking to two other Elves. He dismissed the realization. He didn't feel like stumbling over an apology or any sort of explanation. Besides, Himo was the only Elf in the group anyway. Who else would he be talking about?

The thought of standing still long enough to allow someone to cast a spell like that on him made Belwar's skin crawl, and to think that it could be Himo doing the casting was enough to make him abandon the whole idea all together.

He shook the look of extreme discomfort he knew he must be wearing from of his face. Between the walking through stone and the thought of being the willing target of any kind of finger wiggling had him completely out of his comfort zone. He stood up, "Would ya mind if I paced a bit? It helps me ta think."

He didn't wait for an answer. "Tell me more about tha triggering of this thing ya were talkin about, I guess" he said, shuffling slowly across the floor, feeling the next step with his foot before putting any weight on it. If a part of the floor was illusory, he didn't want to fall through it.

Ramp?? Belwar scanned the area.

Belwar decided to just take Trillomore's word for it. It was easier than admitting there was something that could be done with stone that Belwar himself couldn't do.

"Thanks fer the warnin," he said stamping his foot a little to make sure the ground where he was standing was solid. Perhaps he wouldn't pace after all.

"So, I dunno anythin aboot magic, but be thar anythin ta do what um thinkin aboot?"