Mictlan Pyre

Slowly striding his way into the district, Durrankar seems to be flanked upon two sides by a pair of sith-makar behind him. "You shall know them when you see them.....am I correct?" he says to the pair behind him before he turns back towards the group. "Peace on your nests...."

Kisa meanders back in after some time chasing after Tami, the mini-yeti trundling along in her furs, even though she had the spell cast on her and other sources of warmth. She also looks quite content as she sort of waddles to a stop and turns to one side with a bit of slowness to look over the stall. "This one!" She calls out to Tami, who was already there and taking notes. A nod of her head and Kisa trundles off toward the group again.

"HEYA!" She calls out, and then seeing the new Sith to the mix, "DURR!" She grins and sort of half-waves in her fur-laden state. "LEAVES IN YOUR NEST!"

Overhead, a griffon flies above and calls out a resounding SKREEEEE. At this, Ga'Elian says, "Oh, I'm being paged. I'll have to see you later."

Durrankar watches as Elian just....runs off. Then his attention goes back to Kisaiya. "Peace on your nest." he then looks to Tirrynelth. "You haven't see a certain group of people, have you? A Sith-makar, A dwarf and a softskin woman, have you?"

Chay lifts his foot up from where it'd sunken into the snow. He gives it a good shake. The hunter is dressed warmly for the weather, from his fuzzy hat to long scarf, to long coat. Along his back is a hunter's bow. At his waist, arrows.

Kisa is in the market place having just called out to Durr her usual greeting, Leaves in your Nest of course. A look toward where Tirr was, a furrow of a brow, a frown, hm... where did that book-ish sneaky Sith get off to. No matter because "THERE'S A CHAY!" She announces with a fling of her arms up and she starts to waddle in his direction amidst her bundle of furs. It doesn't matter if Verna cast a spell to help her endure the elements, she's going to enjoy the furs dang it!

Durrankar is nudged on the shoulder and Chay is pointed at as he approaches. Durrankar turns to spot Chay.....and he makes a rather determined stride towards Chay.

Chay will recognize the pair that is with Durrankar.....from the 'ship incident'.

"Do These two sith-makar look familiar to you?" he asks of Chay.

Dragonfather! Chay stiffens briefly, in fear of imminent touching. Oh no! He steps to the side to avoid it, with a "Peasse to your nesst." And then. And then.

"Ssa, sshaman. We resscued five of them, and a hound. He wass as well fed as they. I am afraid one, we losst." The sith-makar flicks his tail once, uneasy for more than one reason, now.

He takes another step back, creating space for himself as he looks at all of them.

The dark of the night becomes slightly darker and the gently falling snow is suddenly whipped into a swirling flurry as the wind picks up. A localized wind that knocks accumulation from rooftops and then blasts it from the cobblestones. Much is picked up by, and makes more distinctive, the roughly avian-shaped dark cloud that skims along the roadway towards the gathered Sith-makar and others.

Galidor is bundled up against the cold in a thick fur cloak that goes down to the ground. He draws it closer to him as he feels the wind pick up and he blinks as he spots the other, "Peace upon your nest." He calls out to all those that have gathered.

Durrankar looks to the pair behind him....then back to Chay. "You are positive..." he says in Draconic...before looking back to Chay. "Thank you for rescuing those that were captured by Charn. Now....I must ask you to go to Mictlan....And out of the city....." he then speaks in a lower voice. "The watch is looking for you and the rest that rescued these from the ship. Plus.....the one that didn't make it....deserves a burning."

It is only then that he looks over his shoulder. "Peace on your nest...."

"KEYS TO YOUR CHEST!" Calls out the human, she looks at Chay, her brow furrowing, "It's like a keys to your heart thing, right?" She tilts her head to the side and then looks out at the gathered Sith. "It's like a convention. Did I miss some pamphlets about it or something?" She looks around once more, then at Durr. A frown, since it seems like she's not invited to this conversation.

"..." Chay goes still, absolutely still. "But I wore a dissg--" he says, voice low. And he can't say anything past that, for visions riding over him. All at once, he's running through the alleyways of Charn, an arrow trained at his back. The strength and confidence he'd been gathering so far just.

Vanish. Justlikethat. He doesn't notice the people around him. In his mind, the arrow's trained on him, and it's ready to fire. He stares at nothing.

The darting whirlwind passes by some before coming to a stop near Durrankar. There it hovers as it grows darker more substantion, coalescing into a form of ebon scales marked with distinct patterns of cerulean. Un'eth's snout pans between the Sith-makar not known to her. "These are the they?"

Durrankar says, "Two of the ones that were rescued, yes Cihuaa. I brought them with me to look for the ones that rescued them, for they need to be out of the city. The watch is looking for them......over Charn LIES. PLus, they need to be in Mictlan....for a burning...""

Kisa looks from Chay to Un'eth, to Durr, to Un'eth, to Chay to... A heavy sigh as she glares, "You know, that's very rude. I don't understand any of what you're saying really. I even gave the greeting and there's just ignoring. I'M HIS FRIEND TOO." She says to Durr and jerking her head at Chay. "/AND/ I'm friend of Svar." A glare.

"I wore a dissguise!" Chay snarls back. "I wass the only one who did! ...how did they get my name? How did--" His thoughts fall into spirals.

"Who betrayed--" He can't imagine such a thing. The softskins were THERE, and they HELPED, and...

His thoughts spiral, and continue to fall. The bowstring draws back in his mind. In his mind, the vision of that alleyway. A Charneth noble laughs and calls his name in a mocking tone. They'd used the poison then, a poison that tricked the mind, and made the streets curve. He'd fall into them as he 'escaped' and the noble--

The noble laughed. Un'eth and Galidor are there, now, and he doesn't seem to notice them. Some part of him though, responds to questions. "Sshaman ssaid. Shaman ssaid they're hunting..."

Tirrynelth has connected.

Un'eth hisses, low. "<something you don't understand in draconic>" Her head then snaps around to the softskin friend to speak plainly. 'Do you wish your friends harmed or enslaved? If not, we should speak elsewhere.' She gestures claws beckoningly to the other Sith, though her posture, earfrills, and impact of tail on the stones make it abuntantly clear that it is not a request. "<something you don't understand in draconic>"

Galidor sticks to the back for a moment as he recognizes that perhaps this is not the time for his boisterous introduction of himself. He waits to see what the other shaman will do although he does give a nod in greetings to the others.

Durrankar actually walks forward....sensing Chay's unease. And whether Chay likes it or not, Durrankar's claws are upon his shoulder. "Go with Cihuaa. Let her lead you to safety." he then looks to the pair with him. "You two as well. I shall return shortly." he then looks to Kisaiya and thumps his tail. "There is a lot more at stake here than rudeness, Kisaiya. You are also allowed into Mictlan....for a burning." he then lowers his head to look at Kisaiya's eyes. "You are not to bring the watch......"

"TAMI!" Kisa calls out, looking around for her assistant. She looks back to the gathered Sith, "Where to?" She asks with her head canting to the side.

Tami, a black-haired woman appears next to Kisa, "Wha-a-a-at?"

"Cart. All the fabrics! And the peppers! I know the rest of the shipment is a week out. Bring it! And yes, even the fabrics for Sandy. All nice and spread out. Oh! Oh! Oh! Make a pillow fort with them." Kisa smiles widely and then turns to look to the sith. "Mictlan maybe? I need to send the peppers up there. I don't mind if it's two trips. Little lost profit, but I'll live." A cant of her head as she looks at Durrankar, blinking, "What?"

Sark has connected.

...and that's when Chay bites Durrankar. Do NOT. Do NOT! He sinks his teeth into the shaman's hand, before leaping away.

It's that--it's that, the taste of blood that brings him to his own senses. "...I will not apologisse," he says to the shaman, tightly. "Never touch me again. Do you hear? Do you hear?!"

And then he takes off, hunter-quick. He vanishes into the shadows of the buildings, and side streets. So he survived in Charn. So he will survive NOW.

It certainly doesn't help the tension. But it helps HIS.

"North, to the gates, then north to Mictlan where The Fire burns in this land," Un'eth states for clarity in trade. "All are wel..." eyes blink as Durrankar is suddenly bitten and then Chay darts off, "...come. We must go." Yes, there is concern about the sudden attack, but also of the others in danger.

And at this pont Tirr can be seen wandering in at the pont that Chay bites the hell out of Durrankar... "Ummmmm.... that wasn't very civilized..." She mutters out, understanding all the draconic speech and well she has zero clue as to what is going on at this point...

"M'kay. To Mictlan it is." Kisa says to Un'eth, then a glance to Tami, a nod of her head. "I'll be driving the cart. Make sure it's..." Chomp. Kisa turns her head in a sort of slow fashion back to where Chay is. And then Chay flees and Kisa's eyes trace after him. There's no way in heck she's catching him, let along in all these furs. She slowly starts to turn, a trundling motion.

"Tami. Cart." She snaps her fingers and stares at the raven-haired one who them turns and starts off at a run. She continues her trundling turn to look toward Tirr. "Book wyrm! We're going on a trek, and it's not a question! You can ride with me, up front, we're taking chilis and fabrics. That's all." A fling of her arms up, though they really can't go straight up, more like 45-degrees from her body.

"To the cart!"

Galidor nods to Durrankar and he frowns at Chay, "<something you don't understand in draconic>" He says as he brings his golden claws up as he flips his cloak back. "<something you don't understand in draconic>"

Durrankar grunts as his arm is bitten....and rather firmly. then Chay darts off and Durrankar he actually hisses as Chay runs off. he even lets his arm bleed as Chay runs off. "He's going to have to get used to having claws on his shoulder. We still have a burning to prepare for. Let Suf'rigan know another shall be joining him after he answered the song of the Death-Singing Dragon."

He turns to Galidor and tilts his head for a moment...then to Kisaiya.....as she announces to the cart. ".....No. You do not need to Many of that stuff. The Burning is a somber occasion. I believe....you call it something similar as.....a Funeral."

"We must go. For safety, and for respect of the dead," Un'eth reiterates her urgency, with an addition and dip of snout to Durrankar's words. "We will share all words in Mictlan." She then steps north, expecting others to follow of their own volition.

And now Tirr appears about as confused as a 7+ foot tall Sith'Makar can... She pauses for a moment, then shrugs slowly and makes her way along after the others, translating, for Kisa what she has heard thus far, from draconic to common...

"Um." Comes a soft voice from within a metal mask, likely from rather low to most of the people here. "You should be careful of that, bites can be very dangerous." The voice continues, the steel mask framed by the azure robes of Althea. "On behalf of the divine Althea I would be glad to remove the injury if you want." There's a further grumble as the extremely old dog that sits next to Sark passes wind suddenly. It's thinning hair and runny eyes speaking to it's great age. The tail flaps a few times as it tries to remember to dog. Sark turns his metal masked face as people begin to move off.

Kisa turns to look at Durr, then a look to the two other Sith that originally came with him, "You're the shaman right? The one that said something about Chay and hunted? And then there's the fact you're worried about the watch?" She raises an eyebrow, a smile forming, "They don't care about my fabric and peppers heading out of the city, only back in. So we make a fabric fort!"

Kisa nods her head and looks off in the direction of Sandy's shop, "Mmmm, maybe 10 minutes? I think we were loading the cart with fabrics. Can you get Chay to Sandy's in ten minutes?" She lets her eyebrows arch up again.

A smile to Tirr, "Thank ya." She says with a nod, a lean in to stage whispers, "I think I get it now. So yeah, you ride with me. I'll be comfy, you can read." A sage nod.

Galidor watches as Chay runs away and he looks over at Durrankar, "<something you don't understand in draconic>" He says pulls his cloat back around himself and he starts to head off with the others.

Durrankar says, "We're all going to mictlan." He then looks to Sark. "If you are a cleric of althea...then you may come to Mictlan as well.....and all shall be explained there.""

"I uh, wasn't looking for an adventure, but I suppose if you need Althea I should, um." The small robed figure looks left then right and finally sighs. "Yes, of course, please lead the way. I shall cure the injury quickly?" He stretches out a gloved hand, the pulsing blue energy of Althea's grace already exuding from it.

Un'eth leads the way to Mictlan: some may know the path, others she expects do not. Her pace is brisk, but not so much that others cannot maintain it. She is primarily silent, save for a quiet comment now and then to Durrankar. As she mentioned, all can share all words once within the safety, sanctity, and comfort of The Bones.

Having let Sark heal his wound as they left the city, Durrankar also led some of the slower people into Mictlan. Of course....then he also gives a few orders to the warrior caste as well before he turns towards the fire, and towards Cihuaa....

Kisa waited with the cart for a few minutes, waiting to see if Chay would show, but a sigh and she starts off with any that need smuggling out. I mean, those two ex-slaves might be targets after all, and Kisa would hate for the fabric/pillow fort to go to waste. And of course she gave Tirr a ride because, well, that way Tirr could enjoy her books next to the yeti-driver. A snap of the reigns and Tami snatches them away from Kisa so Tami can drive it while Kisa sits between Tami and the Sith.

Isn't likely to rib Kisa no more, Kisa-yetties get cranky with ribbings.. In her mind, she'll just stick to snowballs, or other silly things... Tirr smiles cheerfully as she flips a page, yup in a book allready, having been riding in the back of the wagon the whole way, her tail twitching in a sign of her enjoyment...

"Um." Is all the small masked cleric manages to say as they arrive. He glances around slowly and then sets the aged dog down. Having had to carry it some time ago when it's little legs and infirm constitution gave out on it. The small animal wags it's tail a few times, coughs and promptly falls over on it's side, tongue laying out. For his part Sark attempts to look presentable, adjusting his robes and armor. Crossing his gloved hands before him as he watches the scene with some trepidation.

In the center of Mictlan burns a great Fire. As much as ceremonial center as a social one, it's crowded with sith-makar and a few nonscaled. The sith-makar largely lounge in caste, with groups of hunters, or warriors and keepers sitting and gossiping together. Or chasing younglings.

Caste at times is like extended family, even across tribe. People you grew up with, shared interest with, and learned from. Svarshan rests among some of the warriors, and straightens as one of the shamans enters. And then another. And then...softskins and merchant carts? He stands slowly, his look confused.

Galidor follows Un'eth to Mictlan. He didn't ride the wagon as he walked along. He stands there getting by the fire to get warm as he pushes back his cloak. He moves over towards where the shamans are standing as he's one of them.

"Brother," Un'eth greets Svarshan with thump of tail as he stands. She turns to the fire, then to Cihuaa. Noting his attention to her, Un'eth sways tail low and gestures from Durranar to the others. "Now, you can share words with all in peace, Cihuaa." She then steps back, though remains attentive.

Looking down at the elder dog, Durrankar gently pets it's side...then carries it...somewhat close to a warming fire. "The Death Singing Dragon will come for this one soon." He says putting the dog down near the fire to rest.

It is only then does Durrankar turn towards Mictlan at large. "Those of the blood.....hear me."

"Peasse to your nesst," Svarshan says slowly. He follows the movement of Un'eth's muzzle. Then, offers a thump of his tail to Durrankar. He stands quietly, waiting for words to explain what is going on. From far away, there's the beat of a dragon's wings. Its beat on the air urges strength, and courage. Calm and warmth.

Un'eth has disconnected.

Tirr blinks and listens curiously, not really as umm, worked up as others might be, but very curious none the less... She carefully marks her place in her book before setting that in her backpack and then studying those speaking at this point.

Some of the hunter-caste break away. They melt into the surrounding woods, a flick of tail the last thing seen about them.

Near a group of keeper-caste, one of the males stands. He has scars on his legs, and begins to make his way there. Slowly. After a moment, a second joins him. Elders within the keeper-caste. Of course they are.

Kisa nudges Tirr, nudge-nudge-nudge... With a rather squishy from copious furs elbow. She looks up to her and jerks her head in the direction of Svar. "Go on! Tell me with the rocks 'n' stuff, he'll appreciate it." Then she raises her hand to Svar "Peace to your best!" She says to the Sith. She does try.

"Recently, a gathering of adventurers went to track down a pirate ship......and found that the ship was a charneth Slave ship." Durrankar waits for the growling to calm down. They sank the ship, but not before the saved five sith-makar from that particular ship. Four of them, thanks to those adventurers....have made it here." He gestures towards the four that were rescued from the ship. "The fifth, during the course of the rescue, answered the song of the Death Singing Dragon." And he gestures towards the body upon a funeral pyre.

"Now, I have heard lies from Charneth, stating that it was a simple trade vessel. I know these are lies, because of the four that stand here. And now you do as well. I tell this to you, because the Alexandrian watch is looking for these people....to imprison them. I say, no. These people, blood or not, shall be allowed into Mictlan and offered sanctuary.....as allies of the Tribes of Am'shere. If the alexandrian watch wants them.......no."

"I am Ollihn," one of the keepers says to Tirr. He inclines his muzzle warmly, as does the sith-makar beside him. "And I am Tenoch. We are elderss within your casste and--" he looks at the other elder.

Who looks back. Two, old sith-makar, and it's obvious they've known eachother for some time. The two exude a sort of...well. They're old. "We wisshed to welcome you. I only wissh it wass under better ssircumsstances. But, what the sshaman-casste says is true. You are welcome here," Ollihn says. He directs this last to Kisaiya, and Tark. "Peasse to you both, and welcome to Mictlan."

Tirr blinks and peers at Kisaiya curiously, then glances back at the person mentioning that the Alexandrian folk want to arrest or capture the Sith'Makar freed? She tilts her head curiously then reaches out and attempts to nudge back at Kisaiya "After they are done talking." she says, between translating bouts for Kisa....

Svarshan thumps his tail heavily, in agreement with Durrankar. For a moment he looks like he'd pace. Instead, he heads towards the rescued slaves. He grips Kisaiya's shoulder as he passes, a warm hello. "I have casste-duties," he says then, with warm regret. And, some mixture of pride. "We protect."

And lower, "Pleasse sstay after. I would like to introdusse my younglingss to you."

Galidor moves a bit towards the back and he listens attentively to what's going on. He nods his head in agreement as the situation is explained more fully.

Kisa squees. Mostly because the little sith are cute and she's only sad there won't be a chance for her to see them chew Sandy's hair. She grins and nods to Svarshan, repeatedly as she listens in. A lean toward Tirr as she says in a hushed tone, "I sent them out after that ship. They made me so proud. I unfortunately don't have any proof that it was that ship, only that they all seemed like good trustworthy adventurers, but I'm still proud of them." Kisaiya nods her head and sighs wistfully. They grow up so fast.

Then her smile falters, as the though crosses Kisa's mind. Wait... his younglings? Oh Gods I hope he doesn't mean babies. Please don't be babies. Please--

A motion to his temple, his heart and then a showing of open hands, Sark returns the greeting. "I am pleased to be here. Althea extends her blessing to all here and your homes. May your hearth burn bright and warm. May her peace ease the loss of your er, um, compatriot." The steel mask turns this way and that, then the small cleric makes his way off to the side where he tries his best to look inedible. His aged dog eventually following along after as it drags itself to it's feet.

Durrankar says, "Those five are to be integrated into Mictlan.....and shown they are safe here. The ones that rescued them, if they make it here before they are caught by the watch, are also to be protected while they are here. Those that come here seeking to apprehend them are to be turned away. If they do not wish to break the treaty.....they will leave."

He then looks towards the set up pyre with the sith-makar sitting upon it. "And in the name of freedom, this sith-makar shall know it....as his spirit heard the song of the Death Singing Dragon. Now his form.....shall also know freedom....."

And with those words spoken.....he breathes a large gout of flame onto the pyre......to consume the body set on top...."

"I have sseven of them," Svarshan says, with pride, and thereby cements Kisaiya's nightmares. His eyes shine as only a father's could.

He has drawings. Stories. So many of them. SO MANY.

Thankfully, he heads over to where the former slaves stand, and stands among them, as their lost one is sent to Fire.

Tirr peers at Svarshan curiously and oooohs, as soon as she can, without like making an issue and causing a problem with the goings on and funeral pyre and stuff, she makes her way over to him and offers him a smallish leather pouch, it's quite warm, and it's a warmth that penetrates the body and all... "Heating stones... thought y'all here could use em so been working to make bunches... Ya can use magic to warm em, or just set em near a fire... put em in the leather so they won't cause burns and stuff, but the type of stone it is holds the heat for a very very long time, a couple hours at least." She says cheerfully.... She also passes some out to the former slaves, yup she thought of them too!!! "Will help keep you warm here..." She states simply

The two, elder keepers incline their heads to Sark. Ollihn smiles in the softskin style, and moves to stand behind the man. "It is good to have the Hearth Dragon'ss blessing. Esspecially now."

Seeing Galidor in the back, the old sith-makar waves to him, urging him forward.

A stare after Svar, well, maybe they won't be babies. Or maybe they'll be cute? Her eyes widen and she mechanically turns her head to instead look in the direction of the pyre. Kisaiya slowly cants her head to the side, then quickly jerks her head over to Tami. She stares at her, hard, "Unload the peppers, kick them off, I don't care. Take the cart back and find them. /NOW/." Kisa says the last word particularly forcefully even if it's hushed. Then a whip of her head back toward the pyre.

Tami stares at Kisa as her head whips back around. A roll o- she stops, mid-eye roll and then nods her head as she sees Kisa's expression. A quick hushed work and she moves to the back of the cart, trying to yank off the heavy boxes of peppers before rearranging the cloth to look like it's less than when it arrived. The crates of peppers are moved to the back edge of the cart at least.

"Kisaiya looks off to Tirr, about to nudge her again when. Oh. She looks aver the Sith, flinging her arms up off at 45-degree angle to herself (she can't really raise her arms straight up with all the furs) and calls out a silent 'Woo!'

Svarshan looks fondly to Tirr, and thumps his tail when she nears. "It iss good to sshare words," he says low-voiced, as not to disturb shaman-work. "You know, he hass worked with your casste ssome years, to practisse this ritual." Because the keepers remember, and the shamans bring magic. Or, so it goes by tradition. In practice, there is probably much overlap between the two.

Behind Kisaiya, there's a scratching sound. Small ones are creeping forward. There are two, and they sniff at the wagon. They look about four years old. Just old enough to be trouble.

As the body is consumed by the fire, Durrankar reaches in and grabs a handful of ash of the body of the sith'makar.....and carries it to one of the ribs of the dragon skeleton.....and rubs it onto one of the bones. "Suf'rigan.......welcome this one to your side. He has only known hardship, so show him kindness." The pyre continues to burn before Durrankar turns back....and one of his own younglings climbs on top of his head....and peeps to the others.

She will be a wonderful shaman one day....

Then Durrankar raises his voice again. "WElcome to Mictlan, New and old....and friends of Am'shere! Share Words! Share Meat! JOIN US!" He then points his staff to Svarshan. "BRIGHTSCALE! A friend has brought you a treat!"

With wide eyes, his face hidden behind his mask, Sark nods slowly to Ollihn's words. "Yes, um, quite. I will of course make myself available for the rest of the evening for those who should need the um, uh, er, touch of the Hearth Dragon." He shifts his stance slowly so as to begin to ease himself to the side, seemingly finding the looming form of a Sith above his own short stature disconcerting. At his side the old dog turns it's attention upwards, bleary eyed staring at Ollihn, it wags it's tail once, gasps what would probably be a bark in a dog that isn't decrepit then trundles after Sark's inching away form.

Galidor looks up as he gets motioned forward and he puts his head up high as he moves forwards towards the old Sith-makar. He bows his head to the elder as he looks over towards Durrankar as the ritual continues." He looks to see what the treat is as Svarshan is pointed out.

Ollihn offers a thump of the tail to the Hearthguard. The elder steps away, then, perhaps to give the man space, or duty, or both. When he does, he begins to move among some of those present, speaking quietly, or answering questions. After a moment, Tenoch goes with him.

Kisa turns at the sound of scratching, then a look to... Oh small ones. The mini-Yeti starts to trundle toward them as she calls out softly, "Off! Off! Don't crawl in there, it's going back to town! Look, peppers! I bet you're Svar-svar's kids, you must love peppers!" She nodes her head and grabs one of the boxes, pulls it off the cart and sets it down, a second, and the cart starts moving with two more crates still on the back of it. "Ack!" Kisa says in a hushed bit of surprise.

Tirr sees the whole 'woo' jesture from Kis. She smirks, and nods to Svarshan "I actually remember the rituals...." She says simply, how could she realy forget... She then notices the little ones trying to sneek up on Kisaiya.. She shifty-eyes then wanders back by her, and tries to cover for the young ones to like cause mischief of course... Next Tirr glances back to Durrankar and to Svarshan and grins a bit... She even goes as far as to try to use Mage-hand to place candies strategicly in Kisa's furs....

"Ohtli," says one of them. She looks up to Kisaiya with too much thought, too much curiosity. Tirri would know the name means 'open road.' And the other--makes a dash, diving underneath Kisaiya's cart, and giggling, the sound of a hissing teakettle.

"That's Cualli," good troublemaker, "and I think we like peppers? I guess if the keeperss like you, you're ssafe?" She looks up to Tirr for confirmation.

Svarshan's muzzle goes up, and he looks curiously at Durrankar. His muzzle opens. He starts to say a thing, and apparently thinks better of it. "Peasse to you, sshaman," he says instead, warmly. He takes a step towards the shaman, but doesn't leave the former slaves.

Durrankar has swapped the staff to his other hand...the one that had the ash upon it....and he places the free claw upon Svarshan's shoulders. "We have found more peppers." he says holding up a pouch to him. "There isn't as many in this one....since we have planted the rest in Mictlan. You seemed to like them so much......"

Galidor bows his head to the elders as they head off. He stands by the fire for a bit to contemplate. He bows his head before he moves towards the others. He smiles at the younglings as he moves over to introduce him to the newcomers.

"Ack! Ack!" And Kisa is grabbing at the last two crates then trying to get the one that's diving under the cart that's now moving, "No-no-no-no!!!" She says in a quick hissed bit of words, she didn't even have time to respond to Ohtli as she went after Cualli. She calls back to Ohtli, "Grab a couple peppers! Try them out! Just don't get sick." And she reaches for a pocket and... Candy? Kisa stops in her tracks and stares down at the candy she's pulled from her furs in confusion.

Kae nods to the younglings "Kisa is great fun, oh look and she has candy for you..." she says simply, and in Draconic... Yup, Tirr has a mischievious streek and it's out in full force. She winks at the kids and motions to Kisa before trotting after the cart and trying to tug one or both of the crates off before the cart goes away...

"They..." Svarshan reaches up, and wipes at the side of his muzzle. There's suddenly a touch of drool, there. "Ssa, sshaman. I enjoy them. ...thank you for thinking of me," he says, and inclines his muzzle, before looking up. "They are...a beautiful heat," he says to Galidor.

Are thosse the Maugrim-bite candiess?" Cualli asks eagerly. The youngling scrambles out, and Kisaiya soon finds herself sort-of surrounded. At the moment, there are...two? Only two? And they look up at her with the earnest curiosity of younglings.

"Thosse are the ones when you BITE THE HEADSS OFF they're all cherry inside!"

"Cherry red!"

"Rawwr!" Aaaaaand they're now chasing one another around the poor merchant.

Svarshan looks lovingly over at his two angels. So perfect!

Durrankar puts one pepper into Svarshan's claw. "Taste.....and see. Next year's will be hotter." he then actually laughs at Kisa's predicament.....but then he places a rather large steak on the fire.....and tends to it. So others may eat.....