Hideout (calling all cryptkeepers)

[Requiem]

Is this your attempt to prove your immaturity? The bronzerider naturally ignored the comments of his dragon as his climb brought him to roughly the upper fourth of the mountain that loomed a mile's distance from the hidden weyr. He slipped into the small cave opening that required him to bend over nearly in half before emptying into a tall, echoing chamber. The steady babble of water from a stream off in a smaller portion of the cave system that he couldn't reach reverberated. Imagination could make it into the patter of many small feet.

Apparently men really did need their 'cave.' In S'rei's case, the saying was quite literal. There was even a hammock set up in one corner, a small mound of blankets, and a stool. No food. Didn't want to be attracting too many beasties between his infrequent visits. (It didn't keep a few rodents from investigating the blankets as it was.)

You do realize that they're probably not going to change their minds just because you randomly disappeared for a couple days after they told you. One can hope. You will have to come back down when you get hungry. The old fat one you left the Miguel with will know that you intend to come back in two days. You're assuming they'll have intelligence enough to ask Mae. Silly. That's the point. I was enjoying my retirement. Until it became dangerous here again and you couldn't stand to watch other people mess it up. My hiatus, then. Can't have it both ways, ReiMine. Didn't ask you.

Sitting on his stool in his spartan little Cave of Solitude, the bronzerider pulled out his sketchbook. What was so wrong with wanting to retire as the old wise man on the mountain? The sketch followed his thoughts, in the form of a mountainside with a wizened old creature bent in his chair, long beard trailing all the way to the foot of the mountain. Then a cartoon doodle of many annoying people with heads of various animals dragging him out of the chair and tugging him back down into the valley. A wry smile touched his lips before he flipped the page and dropped it, blank page staring upwards, to the ground beside him.

"What does it take to get people to understand I'm retired?" he asked the wall and the babbling stream. (Fortunately, they didn't answer him. Or perhaps unfortunately. A mental break should be reason enough to remove him from the Council.)

[Kisha-Ra]

If there was one particular kind of beast that was not attracted by food, but was attracted by humans in general it was a firelizard, and one particular green out of all of them (not that there were many in this area) had spotted S’rei at his climbing and darted after him out of sheer curiosity. Since Bit was a rather dull example of her kind and colour she was not too noticeable in following the human back to his apparent lair, where, somewhat to the green’s bewilderment, he proceeded to mess around with pieces of paper. The firelizard watched for a while, but grew bored very quickly, as green firelizards often do, flew two loops around the bronzerider at high speed and vanished, as bored firelizards often did.

The small green firelizard emerged in a hardly visible spot a ways away that had quickly made itself into a favoured hunting spot by sporting an overhang that was not only solid but also large enough to hide a blue dragon in a mostly grey, brown, and green landscape, at least from above, which was the important part after all. Currently the overhang was doing its job in that respect since it sheltered one neatly curled night blue dragon who was busy cleaning the last of the meat of a collection of wherry bones, a predatory avian tearing apart a smaller brown feathered ground fowl of some sort, and a lean woman who was busily gutting a few of the same ground fowl. It was the human that the green made a beeline for, cheerfully projecting images of the cave lair she’d found.

Darya raised an eyebrow at the firelizard the perched in her lap. ‘I thought you were hunting?’ the bluerider asked, getting a distinct impression from Bit that the green didn’t need to waste effort when Darya wasn’t going to eat that pile of offal. The bluerider wrinkled her nose at the idea. ‘So S’rei’s hiding out somewhere up here? I wonder if he’s hoping people will miss him or hoping to start a new life as a hermit?’ The question was asked more to herself than Bit since it was rather beyond the firelizard’s comprehension.

Oh go and hassle him if that’s what you want.[/color] Azrath knew when he wasn’t being addressed but that had never stopped the dragon from expressing an opinion in the past, and it didn’t now. Me? The dragon snorted at the innocent question, noting that Darya was tying her fowl together by the feet. Darya I know you far too well. You live to be an irritation when you can’t be a shock.[/color]

You do know me too well. Darya replied wryly, placing the fruits of her hunting off the ground and wondering if there was any way she could install a hook in her preferred hidout. Don’t let anything make off with those. Including Vrae, he can have the guts. She instructed, gaining another snort from the dragon. Why how amazing, I never would have thought of that myself.[/color] the blue replied sardonically. Vrae appears to be coming with you.[/color] Azrath commented just before Vrae dropped onto Darya’s shoulder. ‘Okay, let’s go annoy S’rei. Bit?’ The firelizard handed out a dirty look, she was hungry, then gave up and darted off, the sooner Darya was gone the sooner Bit could return to her meal.

A short while later Darya eyed a small cave mouth with doubt. ‘Are you sure S’rei went in there Bit? It doesn’t look like he could fit in there.’ The firelizard hissed, the only sound she ever made, and clearly projected the image of S’rei bending down to fit through the gap, then disappeared again, off to join Azrath no doubt. Darya shrugged, transferred Vrae from her shoulder to her wrist and hunched over the razorclaw to get through the small opening. S’rei was indeed within and Darya snorted and looked at S’rei. ‘Oh sorry I thought this was the wise hermit’s cave, not the madman’s.’ she commented while her bird hopped back up to her shoulder and fluffed up his feathers. Start as you mean to go on.

[Rei]

You’re sure you just don’t want to try and sing in an group? Really....you should have been a harper. Do you ever shut up? No. We have not a harpy to regale you with her constant insults. So you must make do with your life mate hassling you for life. This is why I never got joined. Too much nagging. Oh is that it? I thought it was because your personality is about as attractive as the backside of a runner. Hey now. I’ve seen some very nice runner asses. I’m sure you have. The brownrider rubbed the stubble on his jaw and looked at the dead feline at his feet. Note to self. Tell candidates that having an annoyance melded to your mind is hazardous to your health. Better off never impressing. You don’t really mean that. Your words pain my hearts. How cruel and dark your soul Selarinmine. Don’t you start that…

The mental conversation droned on as Sel’n patiently skinned the feline at his feet. It had been to stuffy in the weyr and Kaaoloth had been in the mood for feline. The brown’s turn to hunt this week and so the brownpair had taken to carefully perusing the mountains. Didn’t take long to find a nice lone male. The kill had gone swiftly and now the large brown was now carefully concealed as his rider set to work skinning the kill before he let Kaaoloth have at it. Sel’n wanted the fur. Nights here were cooling down and he would need it. Without tithes there were a lot of things they all needed. It was a good thing they had such a small population….but still. Huuuuuurry. I am staaaaarving. I’m getting there. Stop being a fuss. The brown gave an amused pulse and then tilted his head. Well isn’t that curious….

Sel’n finished the section he was on and then shot a glance at the brown where he was sprawled in the dappled shadows between a rocky outcropping and half under the sparse mountain trees. What is? An image was flashed of Darya climbing the mountainside and disappearing into what looked like the very side of the mountain. Hmm. Must be a hidden crevasse there. What’s she doing? Don't know. That’s why I said it was curious. Sel’n finished the skinning with a few more swipes and then tossed the skin over a rock to dry a little in the sun. Watch that. Wiping is blade off in the sparse grass he sheathed it as Kaaoloth rumbled an agreement and moved to snag his kill, dragging it back under his cover with him. Be careful. Don’t break your silly neck getting up there. You’d laugh if I did. The older man returned before starting up the slope. The brown tore into the carcass with a soft croon. Perhaps only a little.

It didn’t take long for the rider to get to the area that Kaaoloth had shown him. Blinking at the rather small entrance Sel’n tilted his head to try and catch any sounds emanating from inside. Well this was the place his dragon had showed him. Hmm. “Darya?” He called before bending extremely low to enter the cavern, wincing as his back gave a protest. Hell getting old and the brownrider had been stooped over that feline for too long already. Painfully straightening as the cave opened up he blinked owlishly at the scene that greeted him.

Darya and….S’rei? Running a hand through his hair Sel'n snorted lightly before replying in a dry tone. “This some kind of party for two? Or is there a meeting of the ancient association that I conveniently lost my invitation to?” Yeah that was the best greeting ever.

[Requiem]

S'rei jumped when a firelizard suddenly zoomed around his head and disappeared. Where had that come from? His eyes narrowed slightly. The man hadn't recognized that flit (not that he paid much attention to others' pets, as he had no great fondness for the creatures in general). The bronzerider, suffering from a rare bout of paranoia - or perhaps not so rare; he just rarely manifested it - moved to his small stash of blankets. He'd taken pains in investigating this cave earlier to be sure that there were no hidden exits or entrances.

S'rei poised not far from the single opening to his lair, blanket held high so he could quickly blind and subdue whoever might follow that firelizard. Unless it was just being curious...Time dragged on, and Salenth prodded at his rider in amusement. How long was he going to stand there in that silly pose waiting for ghosts and shadows to invade?

It turned out to be not that much longer, in the end. Fortunately, the bronzerider had not gotten quite slow enough in his old age as to not recognize the woman who emerged head first into the cave. He let the blanket fall to the ground and affected an innocent look. "I've never claimed to be wise," he responded cheerfully. Which was true enough. "People assume it because of the gray hairs. Strange they don't assume it of you, too." His expression was still decidedly friendly. Though not for much longer.

S'rei openly facepalmed, the smack of skin on skin loud in the cave, upon the entrance of the brownrider. "No one invited you," he returned flatly, "because you have a tendency to serenade caves with your terrible version of opera and drop ceilings on me. In fact..." Here the man stepped around Darya and bent into his knees enough to plant a shoulder firmly into the brownrider's chest.

S'rei began pressing the man inexhorably back toward the tunnel leading out of the cave. "Get out. I have enough trouble with ceilings without you adding to it." There was no sign that the man was joking.

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya was slightly bemused to see S’rei looking suspiciously innocent, or rather like someone trying to look innocent, and wondered just what he’d been either doing or planning in here that he looked like that. Possibly it had something to do with the blanket just settling on the ground at his feet, although what was a mystery, and would likely remain so.

On the subject of her grey hairs, which were no longer so scattered that they were hidden in the pale blonde, and her wisdom, or lack thereof, Darya was not required to produce a response just yet as a second male voice called her name. Before she had much time to wonder who’d spotted her Sel’n was straightening up and blinking, earning more fluffed feathers and an irritable beak click from the bird on her shoulder. To be honest Darya could easily understand the razorclaw’s position, she could have sworn there was no one else around when she’d been climbing, but evidently Sel’n had found a good hiding place for himself, and presumably his dragon, on a mountainside that suddenly seemed to be full of such places.

It seemed that S’rei was also not expecting anyone to find him, either that or just enjoyed smacking himself in the head. However what happened next was more than slightly perplexing, at least at first, thankfully the comments S’rei made along with his attempt to force Sel’n back out of the rather small entrance. ‘Well I must say your comments raise more questions than they answer, S’rei. I can see why you have trouble with ceilings, but opera singing in caves?’ Here the bluerider fixed what she could see of Sel’n with a curious look. ‘Do either of you want to explain that one, or should I just make up my own version?’ Though she questioned the pair Darya made no move to separate them, putting herself in the middle of a pair of squabbling men with Vrae on her shoulder was an invitation for someone to lose an eye, and the fact that he’d be upset at taking out his ‘mother’s’ eye instead of an ‘enemy’s’ wasn’t much comfort.

[Rei]

Turning his head to look from one fellow rider to another Sel’n opened his mouth to speak again. Only he quickly dropped whatever words he was going to say in favor of raising one eyebrow as S’rei smacked his palm against his forehead. Was there something going on here that he wasn’t allowed to know about? Apparently not. The large bronzer’s words nicely cleared up any further confusion for him. Opera and cave ceilings. Before the brownrider could start to stutter out a defense for himself he got a shoulder firmly to his chest and was being quite rudely shoved towards that very low opening he had just squeezed through. Was S’rei serious? Certainly looked so.

Brining his hands up in a gesture of surrender Sel’n turned an almost pleading look to Darya. Do something. Otherwise it very much looked like S’rei was going to crush him up against the wall. Maybe he could talk himself out of this? Amusement flared across his mind that was certainly not his own. Oh. This I have to witness. Not funny wherface. Hey. It’s not Salenth’s fault that you tried to crush him like a bug. At that the older man winced and tried to pivot around the larger man moving in the bluerider’s direction instead. “That was an accident and you know it. I don’t see any bizarre moving walls here so I think you’re safe.” Yeah it’s not looking good for you. Even I’m not impressed by that. “What if I promise not to speak?”

Sel’n glanced back at the opening behind him. “Besides my back is killing me. I think if I had to bend again right now I’d be permanently stuck in that position.” At this point you might have better luck bribing him with sexual favors…. Kaaoloth. Shut up. What? The amusement that brushed across his mind in reaction to his sudden flare of extreme annoyance, coupled with the current situation, caused Sel’n to raise a hand to rub at his temple. Still he glanced at Darya. “Ummm well it’s a long story.” One he’d rather not have to relive again. That had been a nightmare from hell from him. Probably doubly so for S’rei. Thus he couldn’t really blame the man completely for his borderline aggression. “I can offer you a feline skin as a token of my sincerity to the vow of silence?” You should probably just leave while you’re still capable. Yeah I would, except I’m serious about my back. Oh…well then. That is quite a problem.

[Requiem]

S'rei ignored Darya for the moment. In fact, he was ignoring Sel'n, too, apart from the comment about getting his back stuck if he bent down and tried to move through the tunnel again. The answer to that one was pretty simple. Placidly, S'rei began untying his shoe, a hand coming up to plant against the wall any time Sel'n attempted to squirm away. Nuh uh. He wasn't chasing him around the cavern like some errant weyrbrat.

As he removed the boot, he finally answered Darya. "Oh, he just tried to kill me shrieking at a bunch of bats. Fortunately, he miscalculated and the section of ceiling that attacked me only crushed part of me. Open." S'rei stuffed the sock he'd peeled off into the brownrider's mouth, one hand planted on the man's chest. The bronzerider worked his belt buckle free with one hand and removed it, securing it quickly around Sel'n's head to keep the gag in place.

Stepping back, he smiled pleasantly at Sel'n. "Much better. Don't try to remove it. Then I'd be forced to tie you up, and you'd really be uncomfortable." S'rei turned back to Darya with a wry smile. "So I take it that I'm going to have to find a new Cave of Solitude. Why was your flit stalking me, anyway?" The man bent down to retrieve the blanket he'd dropped and dumped it back on the pile.

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya returned the pleading look Sel’n gave her with one of amused indifference. Did she care if the brownrider got knocked out on his merry way down that tunnel? Well she would when she wanted to leave and had to step over him. but right now; no she did not. It served him right for following her around anyway. Not to mention doing a more successful job of annoying S’rei without any apparent effort on his part.

Bizarre moving walls, this was sounding like a very interesting story indeed. ‘I like long stories.’ The bluerider commented. ‘I think you’ll have time to tell it if you end up stuck in that tunnel.’ That made it fairly clear she wasn’t saving him from whatever fate S’rei was planning, which apparently included removing his shoe. ‘Bats?’ Darya repeated disbelievingly, what was wrong with bats? They were actually sort of cute when they weren’t flying around. Now if it was tunnelsnakes, that would be totally understandable, the idea of a whole wall covered in tunnelsnakes was quite enough to give Darya the creeps. ‘You do find them in caves sometimes.’

‘Oh come on. That is not hygienic. It’s really foul.’ Darya made a face at S’rei’s sock, then rolled her eyes, Sel’n didn’t have to open his mouth after all. In fact she really couldn’t see why he would, she’d certainly take the risk of getting stuck over have S’rei’s sock in her mouth any day. ‘Well, yes if you want your ‘cave of solitude’ to stay secret. If you pick one with an even smaller entrance there’s a good chance you could keep Sel’n out and nopt have to try and kill him with your socks.’ Darya answered S’rei anyway, on the basis that Sel’n could sort himself out, his hands were free. ‘Probably because you were there, Bit does things on her own sometimes, most of the time in fact. Although I might set her to stalking you full time now that I know it’s annoying. Just what were you doing with that blanket anyway?’

[Rei]

Okay this wasn’t looking good. Really? I think it’s going pretty swimmingly. Sel’n didn’t bother with much more than letting his irritation flow more strongly across their bond. Instead he blinked in something like confusion as S’rei simply held him pinned in place with careful placement of body and arm and started to remove his boot of all things? What in Faranth’s green Pern was he doing? Oh I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him? That might get you better results then trying to let him mind read questions. Came the simple reply from Kaaoloth who was getting just as much pleasure out of his as he was his meal. But his rider was distracted from questioning by someone else. A snort greeted Darya’s comments. Obviously getting no help from that quarter. And the bat thing again? Was he ever going to live that down? Make one mistake and they brand you for life. Had he been playing closer attention the brownrider would never have opened his mouth. But as it was he wanted to reply to Darya.

“I didn’t know what they were at first. All I knew was that the wall was moving and then they were flying at me.” Under those circumstances he rather thought that near about anyone would scream. “How was I supposed to know the ceiling was lying in wait for people to crush?” Normally cave ceilings didn’t fall like that did they? Sel’n resisted the urge to look up at the current ceiling they were under. That’s when he felt a large hand plant on his chest and before he quite knew what was happening had opened his mouth to ask the man in front of him what he was doing. Unfortunately words where stopped with sock and he gave S’rei an exasperated look. Seriously? I told you that you should have tried sexual favors. Maybe then you would have gotten something far more pleasant to block your words.

Sel’n half choked on the sock at that comment sending extreme disapproval back to his dragon. Kaaoloth you are an ass. The mental laughter that echoed through his head was almost as irritating as S’rei’s solution to keeping the sock in his mouth. Really? This was just ridiculous. And on top of that he was being threatened with being tied up if he tried to remove this ridiculous contraption. Who knew Salenth’s was so what you humans call kinky? I don’t remember if you’ve ever tried bondage. Maybe you should try to remove that thing from your head. It might be worth your while. Salenth’s is quite an attractive man. Don't you think so? The brownrider resisted the urge to audibly growl. Would you kindly shut the hell up? You are no help. My apologies. Let me consider that briefly and get back to you….what’s in it for me? Kaaoloth… Alright, alright. Thank you.

Shifting back against the wall Sel’n glared at S’rei and then when he turned to speak to Darya made a very rude gesture at the other man’s back. So mature. Oh screw you. How does that sock taste? Some days I really hate you. Liar. Flicking his tail the brown reached out to brush against Salenth’s mind. Selmine would like yours to know that he is an ass and that his feet do not have a pleasant taste. He also wants to know what hiding in a hole in the mountain accomplishes? Sel’n snorted and shifted to move towards Darya, hand slowly moving up towards the belt fixed around his head. Not that he expected any help from the bluerider but if he could use her as a obstacle between him and the bronzer…..

[Requiem]

Blah blah blah. Mental hand gestures were made at Sel'n as the man tried to defend himself to Darya - if not to S'rei. Anyway, the bronzerider hoped that the silly old man wasn't trying to convince him, considering this was not a conversation new to the pair. "You'd still make a lovely opera singer," S'rei interjected sweetly, eyes narrowing on Sel'n. Moving walls or no, it didn't excuse the positively girlish shriek.

After that, Sel'n was suitably gagged and glaring, with Darya protesting as to the cleanliness of the balled up cloth stuffed into the brownrider's mouth. S'rei merely shrugged a shoulder eloquently. "I don't have fungus." That, apparently, was all he intended to say on the matter of sock-in-face. If he had an inkling as to how silly he looked walking around with one boot on and one off, he certainly didn't affect to notice.

The older man merely chuckled at Darya's comments, though he didn't stifle the look of irritation for the flit. S'rei was not fond of the creatures. Had never really been, in truth, and even less so when 'Oflie' died and took Worm with her. It was...a queer thing to admit...but the aching hole that that pesky little green had left behind hadn't healed much. Had he not been a dragonrider he might have found her absence unbearable. Which did not recommend another salamandyr to him. Not that he'd intended to Impress Worm to begin with.

"You haven't happened to notice that I'm a bit bigger than our friend Sel'n here?" he questioned of Darya teasingly. "A cave of solitude does me little good when I can't worm my way into it." Still more or less ignoring her inquiries as to the blanket. S'rei didn't have to answer those questions, now did he? Eyes followed Sel'n's skirting around behind Darya with a half-amused narrowing. Really?

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," he told the bluerider smoothly, walking then toward the cot, which would bring him past Darya. Just to see if Sel'n scurried. Scuttling old brownriders were fun to watch. Mine says that it apparently accomplishes drawing out all of Burimyu's favorite walking corpses. He'd also like to know if Sel'n will need a cane from here on out. That should help his back, Salenth returned with amusement.

[Kisha-Ra]

Well Sel’n had quite a lot of defending to do if he’d really been squealing at bats, and it sounded like he was getting on with it, although S’rei didn’t seem at all convinced and to be honest nor was Darya, although she couldn’t help feeling that the brownrider might have the glimmerings of a point; if cave ceilings came down at every noise it wouldn’t be very safe to live in Weyrs, or in any other place that was based around cave systems.

Darya gave a soft snort and rolled her eyes again, partly for Sel’n opening his mouth when he knew what was going to happen, and partly for S’rei and his sock solution. ‘I’m sure that’s a great comfort to someone who has to taste your foot.’ She commented, heavy on the sarcasm. At least it looked like Bit had vaguely annoyed him, the green was going to be assigned to following S’rei for as long as… for as long as Bit’s attention span held out in fact.

Darya shrugged, and shifted slightly once she realised what Sel’n was up to, so that more of the brownrider was hidden behind her. ‘Well maybe you can find a big cave and have Sel’n bring the entrance down behind you.’ Darya suggested. ‘You really should have been fed less as a child, that would have stunted your growth.’ She added in a rather half hearted attempt at humour. The bird perched on her shoulder meanwhile had turned his head to keep a suspicious eye on Sel’n and click his beak together at the man.

The bluerider turned, tracking S’rei, which caused a bit of shuffling from Vrae as he determinedly tried to keep Sel’n in view. ‘Of course you don’t.’ She answered, once again heavy on sarcasm.

[Rei]

Blah, blah, blah. Apparently people their age had nothing better to do then make teasing comments and mock one another. Sel’n had caught S’rei’s eye narrow and acted like he didn’t much care, instead giving Darya’s back a grateful look as he brought up his hands to remove the ridiculous gag from his mouth. All threats aside the thing was coming off. He’d deal with any fallout later. The rider didn’t move to speak after he had removed the gag. Instead merely balling up the offending articles in his hands and tossing it onto the small mound of blankets. For the moment Sel’n decided to keep his silence and let Darya speak, instead just examining Vrae from a safe distance. The brownrider had seen the razorclaws about. Even knew some of the riders had tamed them but he wasn’t exactly sure what use they could be of yet. At any rate he decided the avian sure looked intimidating and really had no wish to tangle with one, so he kept watching it as it shuffled to keep him in view.

I’m going to laugh when you get that sock shoved down your throat instead of just in your mouth. Kaaoloth commented before rumbling softly and finishing up the last bit of his meal. Licking his talons clean he replied with cheer to Salenth. It has seemed to accomplish just that. Perhaps they think yours has found a decent burial place? Eyes whirling in amusement he continued. Oh mine has often professed to be jealous of the dragonlady’s cane. Sometimes I think he just likes to be exasperating. Yawning the large brown made himself comfortable to wait out his bonded’s return.

In the end the older rider really couldn’t keep himself quiet any longer. They were apparently getting nowhere. Then again this was S’rei so Sel’n wasn’t really all that surprised. Bronzeriders tended to be a interesting sort in general it seemed. In fact the brownrider had spent enough months alone with the larger man and still couldn’t profess to know him all that well. “If you’re going to be the old man on the mountain you could at least tell us why. Maybe we could stop the villagers from going up in arms and mounting a search party in their panic.” Because yes, Sel’n was willing to bet Burimyu’s population would have an anxiety attack if S’rei disappeared. With Ka’rys gone Salenth’s rider was now the only competent metallic rider they had left.

[Requiem]

Ah, yes. Naturally Darya was helping in the campaign against S'rei. (Bronzeriders were all evil and should be ganged up on. Of course.) Whine worse than a girl. I don't remember asking you. And going senile, too. The man settled for ignoring his mindmate in favor of reaching down to swiftly rescue his blankets from the soggy sock germs of Sel'n saliva.

Blankets were clutched to his chest, a glare given Sel'n, though it was hard to determine whether or not said glare was for the sock grenade or portends of the bonds to come. "Well, I always told them that tying me down and shoving food down my throat was child abuse, but they didn't listen," S'rei responded drolly, cuddling the blankets even closer. Obviously going for at least a smile or a chuckle from the blue and brownrider.

"It's really quite simple," the bronzerider began, apparently capitulating to the continued questioning. "I'm protesting being forced out of retirement by stupid Fortians who go off and get themselves killed out of spite." He cocked his head slightly to one side. "In fact, it's not a bad idea at all, having you follow me and close off the entrances and exits. What say you, Sel'n?"

Well, it certainly wouldn't make a bad burial place. Particularly if Yours sets to shrieking again. Do you think Mine could take both Yours and Azrath's? He's weighing the likelihood of being able to capture them both. I think his old man bones will be a liability, but they're all old... Salenth's tone made it very clear that he was more than just a little amused by the train of thought of His.