Heulyn's Adventures - Arc I: Corner of the Sky [Eteru/Iammelon] [FIN]

The Anubite Spirit listened to the tale of this Qing, and grunted. He sighed, shaking his head at the folly he was hearing, clearly not believing a word of the description of this utopia. Menthrais responded with an even tone, although there was certainly the hint of disapproval towards Heulyn, "That sounds like a completely false tale. A fairy tale, in fact, one like those told to Proscorine Children! It has every element of one. A benevolent Empire with a ruler who just wanted the best for everyone in it, and so long as this rightful ruler managed it then everyone was happy and provided for. Yet this Emperor is a child, or at least he certainly acts like one. Holding the childish belief that they can manage everything perfectly, if only everyone shut up and listened to them without question. After all, is it not also the ideal of a child to control every bit of life around them, for they know better? I have no interest in such narcissism. And you clearly don't notice the contradiction in there. You say this Heaunj Do asks for nothing in return, but that is perhaps the greatest lie I have heard about this fairy tale so far. People always expect something. Just because they don't ask for money or power, does not mean they are expecting nothing. No, clearly, he was asking for something even greater than cash. Total obedience, total dependence, and a world that turned entirely to his desires, wants, and personal ideals. That is not expecting nothing in return, that is in fact expecting everything in return. The greatest example of Narcissism one can imagine. And that is why such a society failed, because it is not a society or even Utopia. It is one child's playground, not an Empire. Remove it from your mind as anything close to such. Understood?"

After that explanation on his views on this Empire, which Menthrais clearly quite disliked the story of, he calmed down a bit. Sighing, he shook his head, "Now you are right this is not the best timing, but consider this Heulyn. This is an abnormality. An incredibly unusual circumstance for the Anubite Empire. In other such Empires, this is a norm. Something that challenges each and every leader to test their capability to rule. Yet for Anubites? This is not once in a generation, this is once in a dozen generations. We do not stagnate, and yet we are stable." With that bit of not-too-humble commentary on his Empire finished, the High Lord chuckled, "You should get a better idea of the city first, but once you do that then I believe you can serve quite well in a courier role."

Of course it failed that’s why it was a Lostbelt in the first place that they needed to put back down. She didn’t express those thoughts given that is a length discussion all on its own which would then need even more explanation for context. “You misunderstood, from his perspective he believed he was doing a just thing. When in reality he was the mechanical manifestation of excess.who sought immortality by hoarding all the advance technology and is willing to wipe out a town on the sole offense that they learn a song. Yes, I would think narcissism would be the best thing to describe the Emperor who proclaimed himself to be the ‘Ultimate Being’. The Qing aside, the reason I told the story was to showcase what a Utopia is and that is what I think you misinterpreted my definition of it. I was not using the common belief of it in pop culture where it’s a good thing. It’s quite the opposite in reality. Utopia usually consists of everyone doing exactly as they're supposed to, and no one bucking the norm. If no one is being weird or doing anything that might make anyone uncomfortable, it's usually because creativity and individuality are being suppressed, which leads pretty quickly to a dystopia. If you allow free will and individuality, then the concept of a Utopia quickly unravels. To be free of conflict is only possible without freedom. In this framework, the Mother’s Garden would be an example of a Utopia. Personally, something that goes without saying is that balance is a better thing to pursue for society.”

Suspicion crept in her gaze as she seem to realize something. “Abnormality implies a flaw in a flawless system but I feel you know that. You especially know and even said that you are the same as the living. And I don’t debate that, heck I agree with it. But the thing that caught my attention is that you implied that Nerotep is not doing a mere power play. That it’s abnormal. Which leads me to think that you might know something that I don’t.” Her posture was still relaxed despite her inquiry. She did not wish to entice conflict between them. All she wants is to have a peaceful discussion.

Menthrais seemed a bit more settled as Heulyn clarified, sighing and then nodding, "I see, I did get a bit ahead of myself. Simply had to make sure you understood that such a perfect society is in fact far from perfect. It is important to make sure people understand the connotations the word 'utopia' gives. But you seem to understand so I will not continue any lecture. My apologies for raising my voice when it was not needed, and presuming ignorance. Though yes, the Mother's Garden is a utopia of sorts, but not one anybody would want to live in. Balance is an important thing in all affairs. Be it our souls, our politics, and the universe itself. Such is the path to equilibrium."

He then got notably nervous as she called him out on that slip of the tongue produced by his boasting, muttering an inaudible curse under his breath. He did however quickly collect himself and turn back to Heulyn, calmness returning to Menthrais as he spoke, "Well, somewhat, yes. You see, the reason this is particularly abnormal is down to family inheritance. As you might guess with how long the noble families have been around, they have mixed quite a bit. Almost all of the Great Families have some connection to the greater Rwim dynasty in one way or another. Hence why many of them have made power plays at some point or another, although they have never really attempted to usurp the throne and rather more often than not attempted to maneuver a Rwim who is more favorable to them onto the throne. The reason this is Abnormal is because the one Family to lack a direct Rwim familial connection is the Yuyas. And this is no supporting of another Rwim, Nerotep is claiming to be a Rwim and that the current line is illegitimate. That is what makes this situation abnormal." He then paused turning around back to the Obelisk and closed his eyes for a moment. After a while, his eyes opened again and he nodded, "Obelisk works! Renesab sent me a greetings, as it seems he knows what is about to go down. Hm, perhaps this should be a test for moving a spirit through the obelisks..."

A low, sad sigh escaped her lips. She was not hurt by defensive front. For she understood it plainly. “That’s not abnormal. Rather I would say it’s not unexpected. Familial heredity can never become ironclad. There is bound to always be secrets that will never see the light of day. For as you said before. You are just the same as any other living person. Just as the Ancestor Council that refuses to cooperate with the High Lord. All of you have your own desires and wishes that stuck with you for centuries.” Her voice trailed off. Standing off of the edge to take a few steps forward. Absentmindedly grabbing her torch-staff with her before stopping to gaze out into the park and the city skyline. Her amber-gold eyes shimmer with a gloomy light. An air of melancholy surrounded her. “Do you really think that I’m a threat to you? That I might take advantage of something you’re hiding?”

She turns around to him. A great sense of world weariness present on her fair features. “That this is some story governed by cliches and tropes? Some protagonist that can magically stop this war? No...no.” She slowly shook her head. “This is real life. Not some fantasy where the good guys win and the baddies are vanquish. There’s no happy ending here. Just the cold hand of life.” For what could she do with whatever information he may have.  Even without her connection with her spirit, she has the innate premonition that this situation with Nerotep will last a long time. “I can’t stop everything.” Her voice cracked with echoes of past trauma. “You made me remember after all. I’m an outsider here. I have no power to do anything.” At this point he would begin to understand that she’s not letting this out in response to his lie. She was merely lamenting her own insignificance in the grand scope of things.

There were no form of escapism that she can take comfort in. For even if she could, it would be a complete betrayal of the countless sacrifices people made around her. “I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Frozen mountains on fire in the passing of the king of the fire giants. I watched crystallized mysteries glitter in the dark near the Timeless Temple. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.” Tears in rain. The universe has no understanding of how meaningful this is to her. People may realize it, but the cosmos does not. That’s the tragic gift of a life of consciousness. The value of all that one has seen while also accepting the fact that those moments are meaningful to the individual and perhaps only to the individual and are lost upon death. What worth are these moments to those who will never understand. “So please, spare me the thought of being more than some random outsider in a city alien to her. I’m painfully aware of it.” She ended on that somber note. Looking back to the city. Half-expecting for smoke to start billowing into the sky. For life to burn in front of her eyes while all she could do was stand in the distance. Watching.

Menthrais sighed, shaking his head. He did seem rather sad to see Heulyn respond that way to his defensive deflection. His own eyes were somber, and when he spoke it was low, "There is more than the idea of a threat to this, Heulyn. Not all actions are calculated or have their intended outcome. This is ultimately not about you or anybody else. It is about the fact that the true story is not mine to tell, I have no right to saying it to anybody. I am all too aware of the potential impact, but my true concern is trust. Not for you, Heulyn, before you jump to that conclusion. The trust I speak of is the trust placed on me, and that is something I cannot violate. That is something I am sure you understand. As for seeing things... You may think that, but you really have not seen much at all. You'll figure out what I mean when you're older. The one thing I can do right now however, is allow another perspective, and call a voice that holds more authority on this subject than I do." The Spirit of Menthrais then stood up, looking out at the city for a moment before sighing. Nothing visible had happened yet, but that did make it worse. The tension was grating. But the city was not his focus right now, and instead he turned around to the Obelisk behind him. He conjured a ghostly recreation of his staff, a design rather similar to the staff Sethus used, and touched the tip of it to his Obelisk. It began to glow intensely, becoming a practical beacon of light. From the light emerged an Anubite paw, which looked like it was reaching desperately. Menthrais stepped forward and took it, using his free hand to pull them through.

As the light dimmed, Heulyn would see who Menthrais had pulled through the obelisk connection. It was the spirit of Renesab, the first Great Lord of the Yuya Family. The disheveled Anubite was still wearing the same attire from when Heulyn had met him previously, that being his ceremonial royal guard armor. Though now that he was standing alongside Menthrais, one could swear the two were practically twins. The main difference was of course the clothing, but also the grooming. Menthrais clearly took far greater care of his fur in life, keeping it sleek and pretty, whereas Renesab was messy and more puffy. The primogenitor of the Yuyas stretched as he came into being, looking around, "Well, that worked! I was worried for a moment there, thought I would be visiting the Judge. But seems you still got your skill on lockdown, Mentho!" That was when he realized they weren't alone, tensing up a bit and taking on a more formal stance. After all, it wasn't proper to be informal in front of a High Lord. He did relax again once he looked Heulyn over, and gave off a hearty laugh, "Oh, you gave me a spook there! Ironic, eh? Still, you're Sethus's little apprentice, right? Heulyn was the name. Don't see Sethus around though, so what are you doing here in a park of all places? Did Sethus not give you a warning to seek some shelter? I don't want to tell, but I'd suggest getting somewhere safe while you got the chance. Very important. Things might be happening soon, and I doubt the High Lord would like hearing news of his apprentice getting hurt! If you need it, I can escort you." The Warrior Spirit was of course entirely unaware that Heulyn already knew about the situation.

She let out a much softer albeit tired sigh. Continuing to look out into the open space. “I’m not egotistical enough to expect the universe to spill it secrets to me. Nor do I expect you to. Why would you.” It was becoming redundant to express how she felt that she was an outsider. Her therapists started to make her learn on how not to repeat her thoughts. Given the dark rush of emotions that had now passed, she’s still getting there. “It just in general. While I watch the city become ravaged from this new civil war. To know the reason why, you know.” The question is always present to those in the center of disaster. Lamenting to find the reason why their world is burning before them. “Hah, again. I won’t ask for that. That would be a bit arrogant of me wouldn’t.” After all it would be unfair and cruel for her to know while those who have been living here all their lives may never come to understand. With that thought she took one last sweep of the warm colored buildings before turning back around to the spirit. Having come to learn to not ignore her surroundings when she has her bouts of angst. For the world spins on with or without her.

Despite the fact that Renesab is very much an enemy to her. She does not seem all that concern. For why should she. It’s as she lamented. She’s nothing more than a lonely audience member. Watching this story play out before her far beyond her control. She was nothing on her own. Simple as that. Her internal musing aside she gave the new spirit a wave. “Heheh, it’s nice to meet you again Renesab.” She was relaxed in a tired way. Everything that happened today is beginning to finally hit her all at once. Constructing her staff, Sucali’s Tomb, and now waiting for the city to catch on fire. Despite being physically fine she was mentally tired. “Ah, Sethus sent me here. Figured the park was one of the safest places to be in the city. Not to mention the presence of a High Lord ensures quite a bit of safety.” While she could have she was not being sarcastic. She wasn’t the sort to make people feel guilty. “Thanks though. I appreciate the sentiment.” She said with a smile.

Heulyn's comments certainly made Menthrais uncomfortable, and it was clear she needed more therapy over time. She did learn to not take the entire universe onto herself, but a descent into internalized irrelevancy was just as much a bad thing. People who simply sat down and watched the world rotate did not help anybody either, letting themselves be trampled over. As in all things, a High Lord needed to pursue balance, and balance of one's importance to the universe with one's ability and willingness to impact it was important. Sadly he was unable to voice that particular concern, as now that Renesab was here it was best not to speak on that matter. Privacy was important in resolving such internal issues of identity, and so he would not start bringing it up unless Heulyn was alright with Renesab being part of that conversation.

Meanwhile, Renesab was of course none the wiser as to the previous topic, crossing his arms as he seemed skeptical of that explanation, "Hm, the park is not exactly the safest location in a city that may potentially have a fight. Lacks cover, too many approaches. But I do suppose Menthrais is here! He is very good at keeping folks safe, thanks to being powerful! Of course, it was my job to keep him safe, and so with my presence the safety is squared! I think that's how it works, at least. Still, not the best place to be. But if you are sure, then feel free to stick around. Truth be told, I'm also going to hide out here. Things are tense over in Yuya territory. Not all the Lords are too pleased with Nerotep's claims, and his actions are even less acceptable. They might just take him out ahead of time. I cannot afford to be present, violating neutrality on family matters would quite damage my ability to resolve disputes peacefully in the future. I'd be accused of bias! But I know I can trust Menthrais. Besides, somebody has to keep this park from being scorched, just in case, and asking a High Lord to do that is very rude."

Heulyn opened her mouth to reply but was cut off from a new, familiar voice behind her. Softly ringing with serenity and gentleness. “Pardon me, but I must disagree. With all of us here, there’s hardly much to threaten this verdant glade no? I would say it’s a bit excessive”  Heulyn turn around to see Nenkidu. It is hard to tell if Nennkidu is a man or woman at first glance. Their face retains vaguely childlike features that are able to be interpreted as that of either gender. Their lustrous skin and soft features are reminiscent of a woman, but their loose tunic further obscures their sex by hiding their physique, making it impossible to see their chest and hips. They have firm and taut limbs with rough hands and feet like those of men, and their body seems like a coiled spring ready to rocket forth. With an androgynous and neutral voice, their face can be called beautiful and elegant despite their gender. Their long light-green hair shimmer with life. Making the surrounding greenery to appear more healthy in it radiance.

Beneath the odd appearance the spirits could get a sense that they were in some way a part of the land like a natural extension. Their body seemingly made out of clay.  “Well met everyone. I’m Nenkidu, a Servant of my Master Heulyn.” They let out a small oof when Heulyn went up to hug him. Their chuckle was akin to water running over stones. They return the hug compassionately. “Hahah, such a sweet gesture Master.” Eventually all hugs need to end at some point. Getting to her senses she took a step back. Now a bit perplexed at how he was here. She did not even need to ask the question for Nenhidu to understand her thoughts. They like many other Heulyn Servants were very much intuned with her on a deep level. “I believe the answer will dawn on you momentarily Master. But to give the context to your new friends. Heulyn other Servant, Goljamush can summon more spirits but the difference in spirits called by him that we still heed Master’s will.” Essentially it worked like a chain of command.

Heulyn did indeed realize the circumstance before they began talking. Conflicting emotions of shock and emotion stir in her chest somewhat. “I...I do feel your connection with me now you’re here. His sheer ego was eclipsing your presence when you were further away. That…” Insufferable jerk. Going off to do stuff on his own is one thing. But not telling this was a test to her tolerance. “Wait. did he ask you to come here?” Her inquiry drew a graceful laugh from them.

“On the contrary, he told me not to. But he and everyone else knows that it was a meaningless gesture. He can’t command, that right is reserved only to you. So we simply act on your will, even if you yourself lost sight of it.”  Nenkidu shamelessly expressed their respect and admiration from the bottom of its heart, feeling joy in supporting her. An expression that touched Heulyn deeply. “With that said. I came here to be at your side. I’m not surprised you choose a beautiful scenery as a safe haven. It's a wonderful park. Ah, High Lord Menthraris correct? I wanted to express that the land is grateful for such caring hand. You’ve done well.” They spoke the latter sincerely to the anubite in question as they turn their head towards him with a smile. Clearly passionate about the nature around them.

The two Anubite Spirits looked to the new arrival, rather surprised to see another person arriving in the park before anything started. It was usually a rather quiet place, even in a city as vibrant and populated as this. A good thing for tired old spirits. All the same, it did make some more sense if this Nenkidu was one of Heulyn's servants, which they of course quickly caught onto with the reference to Heulyn as Master. Certainly did appear a bit odd however to the two of them, but they did seem to be a rather dedicated sort of servant. And they didn't feel threatened at all, so the arrival was quite fine to them. Menthrais smiled and nodded to the newcomer, "I am glad to hear you say that about my park. It was always my goal as High Lord to bring a little more green to this planet. Not to mention it's good to have more tranquil places on this planet where one can just relax and enjoy nature, which is its own reward. A good resting place. All the same, it is nice to hear it appreciated, so thank you, servant of Heulyn. Although hm, you do not resemble a spirit of a natural sort. Can't sense your direct anchor, only your connection to Heulyn."

Renesab shared the sentiment, nodding his head, "Indeed, you are a strange one. Although I believe I do remember Sethus saying that you had a somewhat different style, Heulyn. Is this why he took you on as an apprentice? Still... Why do you come? You did not answer that question, Servant, and instead dodged it. You are quite a poor supporter to do that. As I can say from experience, a good servant rarely has anything to hide from his liege. So explain that now, in addition to why another so called servant told you not to come. You've piqued my curiosity now, after all."

Nenkidu continue their serene expression as they listen to the two. “A good place indeed, well said. There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy, and its charm. To wash the spirit of it grime. To surround oneself in nature to become closer to existence.” Something that many people either don’t care or undervalue. Mortals are appealing to Nenkidu but if he were to choose he would protect the plants and animals first. (After his master of course) The present green thumbs would know what happens when people lose touch of nature. Such as falling into a pit of excess like Avalantus. Or any other heavily urbanized world. “Mm, I’m one of the more unique forms of Servants. In my life I was born from a clod of clay. At the time I was neither male nor female, but merely a beast made of mud that descended onto the land and awoke in the wilderness.” To address the more general part of the question it fell on Heulyn to explain. Not that she minded considering they will be there for awhile.

She tries to summarize the things she told before regarding Servants as best she could. She did go into new information into the upkeep of the summoned servants. Servants must maintain a certain amount of energy to remain materialized and fight, and they must have an anchor to the world, their Master (Meaning their master is their only direct anchor) or another physical being in order to remain in the world. Their current strength is reflected by their current stores of energy, so they will lose strength as they lose energy. If the Servant is without a Master, has issues with the Magical Paths, or has a Master unable to supply energy, they must supplement themselves elsewhere. That was all Heulyn went into as she learned that she has the habit of going on long lectures. The inquiry of her apprenticeship was factor why she started in the first place. To fruitlessly delay it. “It’s one of them. Among other things.” She admits to the Yuya.

Nenkidu gave a sympathetic glance towards their Master's direction. She truly was in a rough state. They turn their still serene expression to Renesab. “Oh? Mm this does look like that from an outside perspective. Simply put our bond Is strong enough that we don’t necessarily need words to communicate. She knows why I’m here. She knows what Goljamush is doing. Master is emphatically talented in understanding the mind of another. But yes you’re right like a servant hides nothing from it liege. The servant is but an extension of the body. The brain's role is to protect the body. The body's role is to obey the brain's orders. But the brain is very malleable. It can get ill. Leaving the body unable to serve the brain.” While Renesab may not catch it, Menthrais would understand what he was talking about. “This is where Goljamush comes in. He’s very much an aloof servant who never compromise his pride. As a result, he goes about things in a roundabout way. A few weeks ago he went about to start studying a way to make a mana generator. He brought us forth to go explore the desert. Everything he does is for master’s benefit. He’s simply too prideful to show that. He told us not to bother master weeks ago due her circumstances which made sense. So we kept our distance. When the wind starts to blow a certain way I knew that she would want me at her side.” And she would know what they meant by that.

Originally, Nenkidu was a weapon dispatched by the gods in order to ‘restore Goljamush to the gods.’ The ‘Linchpin of the Heavens’ was created so that gods and people would not separate. Because Goljamush revolted against the gods, Nenkidu was charged with the role of binding and bringing him back to the heavens. However, Nenkidu become Goljamush’s friend and, just like their friend wished, chose the path of using this ‘chain that restrains even the heavens’ for the sake of the people. This path was the same even in death. They were Heulyn’s weapon to bind even gods. To make them submit instead of killing.

The Servant explanation brought the two Anubite Spirits up to speed, and so now they had a better grasp on the subject. Which in turn helped the two of them develop their own particular views on these Servants. Being both older style Anubites, even with Menthrais having a generally more open mind, they clearly were not too keen on this system. The anchor was quite similar to how Anubite Spirits functioned, given that their current anchor was the Obelisk, but they had concerns at what happens if they lost strength, as they were already inferring what these "other sources" might be. Since the Servants were being rationalized as Spirits to them, they were sure they needed spiritual energy sources. There were peaceful ways of doing such, but being Anubites they of course assumed other methods were more likely to use the more primitive options. Still, they at least were now up to speed.

Menthrais gave a nod to Nenkidu's take on nature, as the High Lord quite agreed, "Nature is quite a valuable thing, and cannot be discounted. Plants and animals are not lacking in life after all. Although I am no Ialao, I do not take this respect to rather overindulgent levels. I simply believe nature's elements cannot be discounted. Besides, it looks nice, so there's plenty of benefits just for the sake of morale and aesthetics. Although your story certainly does mark you out as an oddity. Being made from clay, sounds like you are a golem then? A fleshly one, at least."

Renesab meanwhile still seemed very skeptical about Nenkidu's explanation, and visibly seemed annoyed at the mentioning of Goljamush's role, "You are quite right about the body and brain, but this Goljamush sounds like he needs a leash even more. Aloof and proud are not traits one wants in an independent actor. There are times where it is  suitable for a servant to act of their own accord for their ruler, as sometimes swift action is needed. But the one you describe sounds extremely unfit for that role. Proud men, when not kept on a leash, act on their own best interests always. They may internally or externally claim it is for the sake of another or some greater cause, but the proud ultimately do what they personally think is best. In order to act alone, you must be willing to listen to additional counsel. So this arrangement sounds extremely ill-advised." He then sighed, nodding, "But I can understand the desire to be by somebody's side when the atmosphere grows tense. It is something I feel myself."

Heulyn caught the slight wrinkle of critical emotion in their features. Remembering the fact that Anubites are very judgemental of other forms of spiritual mysticism she has the sense of what they were assuming. Not that it was wholly wrong but she didn’t want to make that first impression. So she felt the need to clarify that. “Servants are closer to Elementals in nature so they have a better time relying on natural sources like ley lines.” She’ll save the other things for another day if they all meet up by chance again. Granted Mana Transfer would truly be considered primitive in their eyes much to her dismay. Mana Transfering was a good way to deepen bonds and trust.

While this went on her Servant had taken a seat on the mossy ground. Flowers pop up through the moss for him to pick up to weave them into a wreath. Lightly coloured, small flowers of azure. They gesture for their Master to sit down and rest. Knowing full well that she was running on little steam. Heulyn comply with Nenkidu gesture for she might as well since they’re not going anywhere. Faintly blushing when they placed the flower wreath over her and went to make the next one. Chatting with Menthrais as they do so. “It’s a lengthy tale but that’s the most fitting comparison. My original purpose was very much to be a puppet.” They still held the same serene expression. Regarding like it was just something that happened long ago. “Care to flower weave, High Lord?” They pleasantly offer Menthrais to join them in this idyllic activity. Heulyn herself begins to pick up generates wild flowers as well. A nice thing to put her mind off things.

Renesab made her subtly flustered. Not necessarily disagreeing with him on all the points. Nenkidu was as relaxed as usual. Having just made a flow crown that they placed on Heulyn's fiery hair. Drawing out a small smile from her. “It has been a poor series of circumstances. Heulyn could have called upon an array of different spirits due to her accumulated contracts that would have been better than Goljamush in the long run. At the time however, knowledge on Amzielean was needed which she could not provide. And Goljamush fulfilled that purpose better than anyone. That said, for the most part he had made considerable growth as a person due to my Master influences. For him to cooperate to a degree with another sovereign is something that he would have never done.” He remarks in a casual manner. Weaving a flower wreath for himself. “Heulyn does have a control over a Servant. It just manifests differently depending on the sort of relationship. To some it’s a morality chain that can make a once dubious spirit become benevolent due to her actions. Yes, it was not the wisest decision for Goljamush to be so independent but again, the circumstances are poor. In the end, as you said. Heulyn needed someone like Goljamush at the time.”

It was good that Heulyn detected their harsh judgement, since of course it would forever mark their perception of the Servants if not added to. Of course, clearly they did still have a unpleasant view, as that could never be truly removed. But at least now, with the clarification that Servants were more like Elementals and that they could get energy from similar sources. The difference in nature really was mostly what alleviated the worst of their fears, since being an Elemental was quite different from being a Spirit, and to Anubites held very different theological implications. Far less dangerous ones, which was most relevant when it came Menthrais. But it was good not to mention the Mana Transfer, especially to older Anubites. Regardless of that, Menthrais seemed amused at the prospect of flower weaving, although he clearly didn't dismiss it. The High Lord shrugged, walking over and sitting down, "Can't say I am surprised that was the original purpose. But it seems you have changed purpose quite a bit." Menthrais planted his staff besides him, and he picked up one of the flowers to inspect.

Meanwhile, Renesab sighed at the gathering of flower crafters. That was certainly not in his own interests. He was a friend to Menthrais, and so of course supported his environmentalism, but the Yuya had little personal interest in it. Still, he was clearly unconvinced, shaking his head again, "A poor excuse for a very dangerous activity. I do not disagree that using the best servant at your disposal is the right action. I'd quite agree, in fact. Each subordinate must endeavor to utilize their skills for their masters, and so it is only natural for the master to use them where it is best. But! Negligence on the part of the Master is just as great a sin as refusal to utilize the servant! When one is employed for their purpose, use them for it and then once more put them on standby. Granting lenience just because one was useful at one point in a past time speaks to poor leadership, dangerously so! Just as a leader must be willing to accept the fact that their subordinates have skills they personally lack, and that sometimes it is better to let some of them act with good deals of autonomy, they must also understand that their role is restraint just the same! The leader must direct, always! This is the same for those cruel or benevolent! A soldier given no orders at all wanders, and their skills can become dangerous then, especially if their commander is shown to have no respect or backbone! That is the making of marauders and bandits. My advice would be to restrain this independence streak immediately, and put them into safe reserve until once more their skills are needed. That doesn't mean punishment by requirement, but it does mean control and direction, avoiding dangerous drift." He sighed, shaking his head again, "Perhaps that's just my military side speaking however, but it is a lesson I feel is always needed. I do not doubt improvement of moral character, but if they were as disrespectful as I am hearing, then trust that this improvement in morality will continue when they are separated and acting on their own is heavily ill-advised. If it is the bond of a master that makes one better, then they should be held close, and not allowed to stray into territory where they may devolve once more." Renesab was very clearly not the most trusting sort, but as Heulyn could remember he was also the one responsible for dealing with assassins and spies to the High Lord in his lifetime, so that explained his lack of inclination towards letting one go without oversight.

“Hmm, that I did.” They did not feel like saying anything more than that for that was all there was to it. They were crafted to be a weapon and came to understand Amzielean in their own way. There was no need to weave a verbose recital of something simple. Besides, they did not come here to retell their life story. The most important thing was sitting right beside them. Weaving flowers and grass fiber to produce small crafts that are both meaningless yet meaningful at the same time. The flower that Menthrasis picked up is nothing exotic. It was a flower that can be found elsewhere in the park around them. Having sprout from the fertile soil with the aid of Nenkidu natural affinity of the land. In a way it was a symbolic display of their nature.

Renesab’s admonishment made Heulyn uncomfortable yet her servant held the same neutral, serene expression. Calm and solemn as a weathered mountain. Speaking up before their master could do the same. “Do know that I don’t make light of your words. The etiquette of Master and Servant is something she’ll have to learn. But that is best reserved for a later date. With that said, come sit with us. You don’t have to partake in the crafts if you don’t wish to.” To Menthrais he would get a sense that Nenkidu seems to have purposefully spoken before Heulyn could. From what Menthrais remember it was likely that Heulyn would have taken the criticism too far. Viewing herself as sinful that Renesab painted her as. Even if by all accounts that was not true in the slightest. With everyone settling down as they begin to enjoy the park’s peace. Nenkidu looks over to their master who was stealing glances towards the city in a slight paranoid manner. “You know, you envisioning the worst case scenario.” Their comment caught her attention. Amber eyes locking with his green orbs in slight confusion.

“I...am?” Her Servant gave a flight nod. Elegantly working away on his last eat flora craft.

“What you picture is not exactly wrong to envision. For power plays do have the tendency to spiral of proportion. But you miss one important aspect to the picture. The cultural values. What you fear can come to pass in many other cultures. But the Anubites are different. Do they not put heavy emphasis on historical value? That they would cause damage to infrastructure of a city that stood for over a hundred millennium?” Realization dawn on the red haired master. Feeling somewhat silly that her thoughts gloss over an important thing. “I don’t know how civil war is done for the Anubites. But I believe it’s safe to say that it’s unlikely for most the horrors of urban warfare to occur in such a society.” They spoke in a confident manner to reassure Heulyn. Letting his words be open ended for the two Anubites to pitch in if they feel like it.

Menthrais was a bit saddened not to get new flowers, as of course he would have loved to get more new flowers in his park. But it was not the flower's fault, so he was not angry at it. He simply went about his way of crafting with it, gathering more flowers and calmly humming. The spirit was feeling quite peaceful, doing this, just enjoying nature as he liked. Renesab meanwhile looked to Nenkidu and Heulyn again, frowning at the flower circle, "No thank you, I am not one for the art of flower shaping. That is something I will leave to others who are more interested in the subject. Still, I understand that not everyone can learn the appropriate ways of command right off the bat. There is always a learning curve, I do suppose. Just heed my advice and you can keep up that learning." He was however willing to drop the subject.

Especially since a more important one had come up. Renesab nodded his head to Nenkidu's evaluation of the situation, "Your servant is correct, Heulyn." He turned to Amziel Master, speaking calmly as he explained, "The likelihood of an all out war upon this planet's soil is incredibly low, even for an odd scenario such as this. No, Anubite power struggles endeavor not to damage the Empire, since of course both sides want to control a powerful empire when the battle is done rather than one burnt to the ground. Anubites don't value power for power's sake, after all, we see meaning and purpose. No trifling dispute is worth destroying the works of countless generations, and all of us accept that. We wish to add to that legacy, not destroy it like children. That is a mistake for other Empires to make. As for how we resolve such struggles, well... It's usually far more underhanded and court based." Renesab looked to Menthrais, since the High Lord of course understood the subject better.
Sighing and ceasing his crafting, Menthrais nodded, "Anubite Civil Conflict is more a matter of building up support, swaying the ancestors, and cleanly disposing of your enemy. Resorting to all out war is the absolute last resort, and if you have reached that point then you likely no longer even have an army. First you must of course gain the support of your own family and relatives. A leader who is not supported even by his own kin... Well, they don't last long. This is important because the next major step is attempting to destroy the other's reputation, and trying to reduce them to irrelevancy. If you are successfully weakened enough, you may simply have your title removed by the Ancestor Council, and that generally ends most ambitions. The other point is to bring down one's defenses, so an assassination can occur. The dead and the living occupy different political duties after all. There is generally some conflict, but it often occurs on different plants. Assaulting the offworld holdings of another family is common in order to break down their influence and power, and this is where the armies and fleets are most often employed."

Nenkidu has a soft smile toward Menthrasis. “Do you wish for me to produce new flowers, High Lord? I felt it was considerate to not introduce new species without your approval. The ecosystem is very complex and delicate. Even the slightest of change can cause drastic changes.” They casually explained. “If you wish I can produce new flora depending on your preference and style.” In a way the park was very much a canvas for the gardener to mold to their vision of beauty. It was only common courtesy to not introduce new paints that did not fit with the painting. The park was his garden. A garden should make one feel that they have entered privileged space. A place not just set apart but reverberant and to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry. Something that Heulyn herself has come to understand. While she never considered to be much of a nature enthusiast. She does come to fondly appreciate it. Beginning to relax now as she partakes in this flower circle. Offering Menthraris a newly made flower crown of gold, black, and white with a small smile. A High Lord of the park is not complete without his flora regalia.

Heulyn listens to the pair. Appearing somewhat solemn that she got herself so worked up. Her servant gave her a comforting smile. “Interstellar warfare and intrigue. Topics that you have rarely ever become concerned about. Regardless if you became the High Lord apprentice, you’re still Heulyn Lloyd. And from what I remember, her worries were much more mundane and down to land. So let put aside the lament of reality and simply talk in the here and now. What do you really want to chat about?” Heulyn looked away in a mixture of touched and fluster. But she did not deny the proposition. Going on to talk about the smaller stuff. About her time with Mildir and Almas. Going about her many hijinks with them such as the time she had to save Mildir from inside a restaurant. She went to talk about Tarset and other Anubites she met around the Fortress-Temple like the chefs. It took a bit but Heulyn seem to have truly started to ease the weight off her shoulders a bit.

Menthrasis smiled back at the offer, giving a nod of understanding, "Of course. One has to be careful with nature, as not all plants get along! Just like with animals, they compete, just in different ways to us. But no less viscous or capable of collateral damage! However, even with that in mind... I would quite like to see more life blossom in my park. It's just a pleasant thing, and I don't quite have much preference. I suppose though, if I do have a desire, I would like some more trees. Not very many here." Looking around, it was indeed true. The park was very green, with bushes and flowers and more, but not too many trees except in a few select locations near park benches scattered about. The High Lord spirit did however accept the flower crown, placing on it on his form and smiling widely. It was quite nice in his humble opinion.

The two Anubites did listen as Heulyn spoke about things she actually cared about, and the two of them did enjoy these topics more. Mildir was somebody they both knew, with the stories about him being accepted easily since it fit the stag's character, and Menthrasis was quite happy to hear that Tarset had an animal companion in the form of Almas. All the same, the Anubites liked that Heulyn was speaking of people she was clearly more comfortable about, with Renesab nodding and commenting, "Seems then you have gotten along just fine in our Empire. A place to live, friends, and now a role in the form of being an apprentice. Bet you weren't expecting that when you came to this world!"

The Servant gave a nod of understanding, eyes closed. “Trees are very much an important aspect for a park, especially one in an arid and urban environment. Many underestimate the benefits of them in all aspects of society.” They too have a look around the park. Given the lack of trees there was not much shade to take refuge in from the Memphi’s heat. Heat may not bother the group but it may certainly affect those who are not accustomed to the heat. “If that’s what you desire I can generate a certain desert tree that could fit here. A deciduous, multi-trunked tree that bursts into gorgeous white and yellow flowers every year.” The Servant offers the idea to the High Lord. Heulyn gave a small smile. Liking the suggestion her Servant made.

Later she gave a bashful expression but not disagreeing with the notion. “I suppose not.” Even if she denies it. Ignore it because she feels undeserving of it. Things tend to come out with her making friends. She feels distant yet somehow she’s social enough to get along with others. These contradictory emotions confuse her. It made her a bit glad that she was practically thrown into therapy. “I have a lot to be grateful for.” She vocalized that thought mostly for herself to hear it over her guilt. Rubbing her arm she pulled back her gaze to the group. “It has been quite an eventful first few weeks here. Still get some jitters from time to time.” Immigration is always a big change to a person's life after all, more so when it’s an alien world.

Menthrasis quite agreed with that assessment, trees were important in an urban environment. Especially one in a massive desert, where shade was rare yet quite desirable. So the Anubite nodded, "Indeed, it is quite a handy thing to have. Even if Anubites are not too bothered, other species would greatly appreciate it. But, also importantly, it is important for animals. Creatures such as Mildir would greatly value shade, and with trees creatures like him will be far more comfortable upon this world. And hm, that idea you present sounds quite good. If you could add a few to the park, that would be greatly appreciated. The addition of flowers is a nice bonus too, so you have my approval. Although I wonder how you shall do it."

Renesab chuckled, but nodded, "Adaptation to a new life is difficult. Believe me, I know quite well how that feels! However, when you do truly adapt and let loose the shackles of an old life, you can embrace the new. That's not to say forgetting what came before, not at all, but you can always rise beyond it and not let it control you anymore. Still, good that you are grateful as well! I am certain Sethus will train you into quite something to behold."

“Mm It's a small alchemical process. Anubite mystics could very well reproduce it.” They spoke humbly. Nenkidu was not those who flaunt their craft in a flashy manner. To snap their fingers to perform trivial things. With that said they smoothly stood up from his place on the moss bed. “Mmm I’ll start following through with my proposal.” It would be somewhat long so it was best to get it done now. They saunter away to a random spot. Crouching ground they reach ground to grip the soil. Clutching a small clod they start to squeeze it. Soft yellow light trickling through their fingers as it went through a complex alchemy process in a few split seconds.They use their other hand to push the soil aside to make a hole. Opening their other hand in which a seed plops out into the newly made hole. Using both hands to cover the hole they stood up to head to another spot to repeat the process several more times around the park. The hole behind them bulged as a tree rapidly grew into maturity. Its white-yellow leaves shining warmly in the Memphi. Along the way they also grew some black pansy bushes. Eventually one they felt enough were planted they headed back to the group at the present time.

Renesab statement was difficult to process. Conflicting emotions stir in her chest. It touched upon her internal issues. Turning into something to behold. She was afraid of that. Of herself. That she might one day prove them right. There was a saying that great power comes with great responsibility. If she could do good things for other people, she had a moral obligation to do those things. If she could do those things but don’t, and bad things happen. They happened because of her. But on the other side with the issue of power. It attracts the worst and corrupts the best. It’s all so confusing and complicated that she can’t trust herself in making the right decision. She knows. Knows painfully that she can't make everyone happy. That there will always be decisions where someone will be hurt. Her internal musings were interrupted when Nenkidu sat back down to her and spoke up. “Ah we’re talking about her apprenticeship? I see, I do agree that Sethus will bring out her potential. I look forward to the day when my Master finds herself again and proves to many (especially herself) of why she is worthy of her renown.” Their words made her softly blush. Averting her eyes away to the flora crafts she made.

Menthrasis was pleased to hear that the method was apparently rather simple and could be reproduced, since for his own purposes that would be very useful to have and be able to teach to others. Still, otherwise, he sat and watched Nenkidu work, to see how it was done. It was interesting to watch, although Menthrasis wasn't quite a master of alchemy or the magic connected to it so he didn't truly know what he was watching. He was quite pleased with the result however, smiling up at the nice, large tree, nodding, "This is quite impressive! A good addition to the park, I would say. However, I don't quite get the process. How did you do that? I would very much like to know, so I can perform the process myself or at least teach it to others who can! It would be very helpful for setting up additional parks in the city if many Mystics could perform the task! Would probably bring down the costs as well, and that's a pretty big part of making it easier for development. Although Ialao would certainly love such an ability! Or hate it, in case of the more religious sorts who may not like that."

Renesab seemed to notice the internal conflict in Heulyn, his gaze softening a bit. However as to what he was truly thinking about it was hard to tell, as he hid it rather well. All the same he nodded at Nenkidu's save, allowing that to take control of the conversation, "Indeed, it will be quite something once the training is complete. I look forward to seeing Heulyn at her full potential. As for renown, worry not of living up to it. When you worry about living up to a nebulous standard, such as public fame or renown. Instead you can only try and live up to your own internal desires, and do the things you personally know you can do."

Nenkidu held a serene smile as he went to explain the process to the High Lord that involves quite a bit of science in it. The mass of a tree is primarily carbon. The carbon comes from carbon dioxide used during photosynthesis. During photosynthesis, plants convert the sun’s energy into chemical energy which is captured within the bonds of carbon molecules built from atmospheric carbon dioxide and water. Plants use the energy in some of the carbon molecules they make for the activities to keep themselves alive and to reproduce. This process is called cellular respiration, which all living things do. But there are still carbon molecules left over. These left-over glucose molecules are used to form the complex structures of plants, such as leaves, stems, branches and roots as well as fruits, seeds, nuts or vegetables. Each year trees use the left-over carbon molecules to add to themselves, making themselves bigger in mass. So thanks to the simple compounds that make up a tree it makes the alchemical process a bit easier. Transmuting the clod of dirt into a seed by rearranging the molecule structure. Then using the other bit of mana as food in the photosynthesis process to generate large levels of chemical energy to rapidly grow. The end result is a fully mature tree.

The last sentence echo in her mind. Pulling the string close to her core turmoil. Something which her servant picked up on. Closing their eyes as they tilt their head before opening them towards her. “My master can do many things. But like all things, time has been harsh to her. Ridden with self-doubt and baseless fear of proving a group of puritans paranoia right “ Nenkidu did not hide their punches. For there was no progress when one dances around the bush. They were her servant. It was their duty to pull her up from darkness. Their words drew visible signs of discomfort from Heulyn but she did not stop him. Once again it shows that the therapists conditioned her well to listen to others. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Goljamush briefly made a passing comment that you were undertaking a mission from the current High Lord. Are you fairing with that?” It was not much of a question for Nenkidu can grasp the sense of Heulyn emotions.

She averted her amber eyes away. “There’s no point anymore. I can’t do anything.” Her self irrelevancy arose once more. Showing defeat of her insignificance in a alien universe. It was not an answer that Nenkidu liked to hear. Letting out a small, sad sigh. “Do you recall what Renesab said a while ago? Refusal to utilize the servant is a sin. When we first met, many years ago. The first thing that I said was this.’ Your call has activated me. Please use me as you wish. Mercy is unnecessary, Master.’” Nenkidu spoke with a slight tinge of nostalgia in remembering that moment. First summons tend to be an important moment for many Servants. For that is the first time they met their Master. “You house a Servant in your shadow. I sit beside you. Yet you Master, who have fought with gods and demons refuse to call out to us to aid you. Instead, you run and hide out of kindness. Empathy that became so much that it began to drown you.” Heulyn remembers the words that Menthrasis gave her a while ago. “You know…” Nenkidu started as a horizontal golden gate of energy that appeared at the other side of the servant. Still maintaining their serene expression with a shadow of determination. Determine for Heulyn to recognize the weight of the words that were about to be uttered. “You did not request it yet from Goljamush. For it belongs to you.” A strangely shaped key softly floats into Nenkidu outstretched hand.

Heulyn amber gaze was locked onto the key. Carved from pure lapis lazuli. “The Key to the Magician’s Law.” She utter its name in a low voice. It did not need to be stated yet she was simply a bit taken aback that she sees it again so soon. After all this time she felt she was not worthy. It was these thoughts of self-doubt that seem to what Nenkidu been after from the start.

“Not just any Magician’s Law. Your Law. Personally made by Goljamush who we both know hate replicas with a passion. Yet here it is. A child to the Key of the King's Law. In the Age of Gods, where amziel's domain was still limited, a king gathered all the treasure across all the lands and stored them inside a vault he had built. Those were known as the origins of all treasures that followed. The evidence of all amzielean wisdom and knowledge. People started to praise it as the ‘Gate of the Gods.’ Truly, it is. Eventually, the ‘vault’ itself became a Mystic, more mysterious than the treasures it held. That key to the vault can only be used by the King. Without the wisdom to instantly understand those Mystics, the key will never be able to open vault's gate. Yet even still. King Goljamush, the First Sovereign in Proper Amzielean History deemed you were worthy enough to section off a small part of his vault just for you and only you. To not only store treasures that you rightfully earned, but to symbolize the absolute proof that you are worthy. To be his Master. To be my Master. To be the Master to so many Servants in our journeys.” Nenkidu ended his passionate speech with a calming sign.”I know you need time to heal. And you do. But I need you to have this. To keep it. So that you can feel it in your hands.” To feel the proof of her worthiness. Taking her hand into their own they placed azure key into her gloved hand.

It was somewhat symbolic to feel the heaviness of the key. Pulling back her arm to look at the mystical sheen of the key. The air around it hums with exotic arcane energies. Amber eyes reflect off its polished surface. The corner of her eyes became somewhat misty. “Thank you Nenkidu.” Said servant simply nodded. Still holding it she set it on her lap with a tired sigh. “Your words got to me. I can’t deny that. But I really don’t know what to do. I...don’t want to fight. To force it out of Menthrasis.”

Nenkidu gave her a comforting smile of understanding. “I know. For all your laments in deserving to suffer. You tire of it. Tire of the countless acts of violence that could have been solved if people were more willing to sit down and talk. But let me say this. Why stop being peaceful? Just because you failed once does not mean you shouldn't try again.” They slightly tilt their head as if to say it was an obvious conclusion to come to. Prompting Heulyn to sheepishly look to over to Menthraisis.

“Can we...try talking about it again?”

Menthrasis was quite elated to hear the precise method, and he noted it in his mind for later. He could utilize that method to expand his parks, and if he taught it to others they could spread it. With some modification and a bit of science to get a good idea of the desired end goal, that being whatever plant he could ever want to add to his collection. A very helpful technique. However, the happiness of the spirit got diluted as the conversation began to shift back to the mission Heulyn was here in the first place to pursue. Renesab was visibly confused about what this mission from the High Lord could be, and why it would involve Menthrasis and his garden, but of course the Spiritual High Lord knew quite well what it was, having hoped he dodged that particular bullet already.

Regardless, the two of them watched Nenkidu's impromptu pep-talk and speaking of Heulyn's true capabilities. The significance of the key was entirely lost upon both Anubites, since they didn't know what meaning it held, they knew little of Goljamush besides that he sounded really arrogant, and they hardly knew much of any replicas surrounding said key. It was pleasant at least to see somebody accept they were worthy of something they kept internally denying, so at least that was a plus to a situation they were otherwise not very informed on. They were however able to pick up on the fact that Nenkidu was encouraging Heulyn to get back on course with her mission, which would require a confrontation with Menthrasis, forceful or peaceful, and that was worrisome. Renesab however had put together an idea of what this was all about now, and was visibly irritated. He clearly didn't like the mention of forcing anything out of Menthrasis, especially if it was the thing he was worried about, "Talk about what? Force what? Forcing a High Lord, living or dead, to speak about anything they do not wish to speak of is quite the disrespectful action! So you had best step back before doing something very foolish!"

Fortunately, Menthrasis stepped forward and held out an arm, signaling for Renensab to calm down. The Yuya did, although he was still clearly annoyed, and allowed the High Lord to speak. He was very calm, maintaining direct eye contact with Heulyn, "Let's not mince words any longer, and be upfront. What is it you wish to try talking about, Heulyn? Be direct."

Heulyn shares his calmness. Genuinely believing out of desperate nativity that they can have a civilized discussion. She took a dry swallow. Rightfully nervous of how fragile this conversation suddenly turned into. There was no sign that she was inching for her staff or any other suspicious body gesture. She did however had to stand up due to the close proximity of their prior seating arrangement. Making Menthrais be practically looking down at her if she had remained on the ground. She took a breath through her nose before speaking up. “High Lord Sethus is suspicious of both of you. But he only really told me to find if there is any relation to Sucali's claim. I can feel that you’re hiding something, but I’m aware that you just can’t say it. Otherwise it’s not much of a secret. However…as his apprentice. I...can’t run away forever. It’s not a choice. It’s a responsibility. That’s why I have to fulfil his wishes. So I have a proposition. We either can talk about this or considering that I’ll never use brute force to draw anything from you, I’ll just call over an old friend of mine. He’s talented at scrying.”

Nenkidu spoke up for a brief moment. They too appear as serene as ever. “Pardon me. Master, it’s best to not play the pronoun game. Keep Menthrais words in mind. Be upfront and direct as you would with any other sovereigns.” While Renesab may not catch it but Menthrais could get the sense that the Servant wasn’t really interested in the mission itself. Rather they were using it as a prop to set up a scenario for Heulyn to confront her issues.

A yellow blush crept up her neck in mild flusterment. “Ah...yes, sorry. His name is Inpu. To sum him up he’s a very powerful mystic when it comes to the soul. He can glean the soul’s history and write it down in his book. Just by sensing the soul.” Menthrais could feel that she wasn’t particularly excited with the prospect of calling this powerful mystic. But it’s something that he can connect the dots rather easily. Heulyn feels unworthy to call for his help which is potentially why she didn’t call him in the first place.

The conversation was indeed rather delicate now, as they were straying into territory that was very rough. Still, Menthrasis did seem to at least want to try the civilized discussion route, even if Renesab seemed less than keen on the idea. The Spiritual High Lord sighed at Heulyn explained the mission further, "Sucali's claim for Nerotep being the true High Lord is why you are here, I see. You did mention it earlier, but I was hoping you had dropped the idea of a connection. Unfortunate we have to come back to this, but if you were ordered to look into this by Sethus, then you are correct that running away would be wrong. You have an obligation for it, granted by a High Lord. Thus I will not say you are wrong for pursuing it to the best of your abilities. But I have nothing more to say, so you will have to utilize this friend."

He paused to let Nenkidu interject, since he was still sympathetic to Heulyn confronting her issues. He then listened about this Inpu, and chuckled. He then nodded, "Call him then. I have nothing more to say on the subject, as I cannot speak further. And I am curious as to this other mystic. But... I will make a warning. You can call your mystic and I will allow him to perform his action, however I can make no promises as to his health afterwards. Not from any direct action on my part, but because you are playing with Anubites now. We are not simple souls, and that of a High Lord is even greater. No mysticism is quite the same as ours. When I call others inferior in this regard, that is not arrogance. It is fact. If he does manage to make a gleam however, I will confirm what is true, and dispel what is false. For you Heulyn, the choice is simple. Pursue your task, and potentially get your answer, but are you willing to put somebody else on the line for it? This is what matters when you wish to make an impact, Heulyn. Are you willing to make big choices in order to see your goals through, or will you remain meek and unable to make major change?" His question was serious, and he clearly did believe there was risk involved. But he also was interested in Heulyn's response. He was playing a risky game here for himself, but it was also clear Menthrasis really wanted to test Heulyn's mettle.