Despite Malissa's clear instructions to rest Anisha simply couldn't. As soon as her teacher had left the keep to get some rest of her own Anisha got out of her bed and began pacing the floor.
The events of last night rushing through her memory. She'd done it, she really had! She healed what people thought was unhealable! She couldn't believe it at first, when she woke up in the small servants room, Malissa had been by her side applying her own mana to her body to help her recover her own mana levels.
"You nearly killed yourself trying that." Malissa had chewed her out as soon as she was certain Anisha wouldn't pass out again. But on the tip of her harsh tone, Anisha picked up a little bit of what she thought was pride.
"I don't know how you managed it Pupil, but you healed him."
"The wound?" Anisha had asked her teacher.
"Completely sealed, I was able to heal it closed after you passed out from using too much mana. There's still some scarring and he'll have a hard time breathing, which means he'll probably never fight again, but its not gonna be the death of him. He's resting in the other room should be awake sometime today."
Anisha had to see him, see it for herself. She believed her teachers words, but honestly it was hard to believe her own memories! Had she really done it? Fixed her mistake and without getting caught!?
She moved to the door of the room, undid the latch and swung it open.
"Not. So. Fast. Anisha..." across the velvet carpeted hallway, Kameko sat on a chair opposite of Anishas door, her cat like tail swishing back and forth behind her seat, and her ears twitched in what Anisha has come to recognizes as a sign of annoyance and anger.
"Malissa made it very clear you are not to leave this room until she comes back! And rightly she has put me in charge of seeing to it that you do just that." Kameko said in a bossing tone and crossing her arms.
"Since when did you follow her rules so precisely Kameko?" Anisha said defensivley, Her friend jumped to her feet with incredible speed and approached her quickly and jamming her finger in her face, forcing Anisha to have to back up into her room to avoid being rammed into by her.
"Well maybe I started caring when I was told you nearly broke your soul trying to save your!-" She cut off not finishing the sentence.
"You wouldn't just be dead Anisha! If you had used just a drop more of mana you would have completely shattered your soul! No after life, no reincarnation, complete and utter oblivion! You escaped execution, just to nearly get yourself killed for good. What in the Gods names made you think trusting an Avisty Oracle would lead to anything but that outcome!"
"So.. Malissa told you what happened..."
"Yes. Mind magic, with a Oracle?! You may have a higher tolerance to being corrupted from Hmota than most people Anisha, but that was just pushing it too far!" Kamekos was really angry about this.
"I-I would have expected you to be fascinated with it... You always liked asking me questions about summoning, and other things."
"Yea I did... When you were doing it safely, with wards and spells. This was opening yourself up to pure corruption! Maybe even a worse fate then if your soul had broken. Better you had let him die then risk that." Kameko muttered that last part underher breath but not very well.
"He saved my life! I couldn't just let him die!" Anisha said angrely, now crossing her arms and setting her own stance now.
Kameko glared back at her and strained her own back, she turned and closed the door before addressing Anisha in a hushed but angered tone.
"He's. Already. Dead! Anisha! Sure you brought him back but he's not 'Really' back is he? Face it Anisha he's more of your puppet with your contract you made, he's probably not even himself."
"He is alive! And that is him, I-... I never finished the contract." Anisha said sheepishly at the end, her voice fading off.
"Wait, wait, WAIT! You're telling me he's not even under your control! What do you think he's gonna do when he's conscious again?! If he has any idea of what you did to him, he might just attack you himself!" Kameko now paced the room like Anisha had done a little bit ago, her tail swishing side to side with each knew potential outcome.
"I don't think he'll attack me."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Ahh... feeling I guess."
"Like your Link with Bruin?, can you sense him right now, what he's feeling?"
Anisha focused on her connection to him, the green chain materialized before her eyes and she saw it go through the wall to the room next to her.
For the first time since summoning him their bond felt calm. His nightmare finally ended.
"Yes I can feel him, he's calmed down now." knowing that he was alright, even though she couldn't see him gave her some amount of relief. She released the connection and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her whole body suddenly felt a lot heavier. In her rush to check on her summon she never really noticed how she felt herself. Perhaps she should listen to Kameko and Malissa's Advice this time, besides, not like her summon was going anywhere.
After a few minutes of silence Kameko sat down on the small table in the room, her tail still flicking side to side and ears twitching occasionally, it seems seeing Anisha finally give in hadn't been as fulfilling as Kameko had hoped for. And she stared out the window, a clear pout on her face.
"Are you sure you don't want to hear about what it felt like to do magic with an Oracle" Anisha asked quizzically, hoping to relieve some of the tension in the room.
Kameko attempted to give her a uninterested expression but it didn't last long.
"Well if telling me all about your experiences tonight will keep you in this room then fine! I Guess I'll hear you out." And fluid motion of a action practice a thousand times Kameko pulled out her journal from her side satchel, opened it too a new page and looked Anisha expectantly, excitement clearly bubbling under the surface.
"Start from the beginning please."
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Kabshiel Atsumbauls eyes opened slowly. Rubbing them to clear the blurriness in his vision, he opened them again, and his sight slowly returned to normal. The first thing he saw was the white plastered ceiling.
"That's not a standardized building material." Kab thought. Soft form building materials havent been used in contraction for over one hundred years. At least in his home country of Roclycia.
"Where am I?" He stirred from his covers and sat upright in the bed, the movement was painful however. The pulse of pain he felt in his chest made his hand instinctively go to where he had been stabbed, and take a shaky deep breath, as if the very action of breathing was a uncommon thing.
The air was painfully thick in here, and it gave him a headache.
His left lung hurt, and felt like it was crushed, unable to get a full breathe.
He began inspecting his chest for any thing causing it, his hands landed on thick bandages that wrapped around his bare chest and shoulder. Recent medical treatment.
Okay so he had his injuries tended to, so that's good. But where in Verden was he.
This wasn't any standard Roclycian med room he's been to or seen in his life, perhaps it was a Drylen or Astris'dan building? Had their advancing forces already unified the city?
He looked around the room now, and his eyes fixed on one particular item in the room.
Across from him against the wall in the very small room was a... A Wooden table?!
A entire table made of wood! he couldn't believe it!
He leaned over reached out and placed his hand on it just to verify that it was in fact real and In Front of him. The wood wasn't like the small wooden slab his father kept on his metal desk he saw when he was just a kid. That piece of wood was old and had faded gray and worn smooth from years of being blasted by the heat and sand of Verden. This wood was smooth too had a thick coating of some clear polish, it was a vibrant brown, and was shiny like it was permanently wet with water.
He's heard rumors about such creations of wood, Frea had told him once that the High General actually had an entire door of wood leading to his private quarters. But Kab always thought that it was just some absurd rumor they use to tell each other when they were kids and were just recruited.
Wood was valuable keepsake and almost never used for anything as meaningless as 'furniture' He figured the more worldly Ekoggian merchants probably did this. Many not knowing how they were desecrated some of the few remnants from the past. Kab couldn't be angry at them for not knowing any better though, but there were some days he wondered just how much had they lost due to the selfishness and incompetence of nations.
All the more reason to hasin Verdens Unity.
Out of curiosity Kab grabbed the underside of the table and tried to lift it slightly, he had always heard that wood was a self growing material that was incredibly strong and light. It would never be as strong or light as Grastal armor plating, but the fact it could be grown fascinated him.
The table lifted with little to no effort, In fact it was so easy to lift, Kab accidentally lifted it too high, and the contents on the table rolled off making a loud noise as they hit the ground.
A water bowl and towel fell to the ground, followed by a small box.
"oops" Kab said out loud and rubbing the back of his head in self imposed embarrassment.
The table was way lighter than he thought it would be, it was almost nothing in his grasp.
He lowered it back down and reached for the mess he had made, but his hand froze a few inches above the... Wooden FLOOR!
Kab straightened up and began to really start looking around his surroundings.
It wasn't the white walls or the desk that stuck out now, the siding, the windows, the chair, the bed, everything in this room was made of wood!
Kab had to rub his eyes for a third to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
And sure enough as soon as he opened his eyes again he was still there. In a room made entirely of... Wood.
This wasn't right.
No one, absolutely no one had access to this amount of wood across all of Verden.
No Roclycian structure would be so lavishly decorated, it was a complete waste or resources and time. And if he was in recently unified territories then no fleeing army would have left this behind.
Kab was more certain he was not in Roclycia anymore.
He moved to the window, and suddenly the small wooden room he was in didn't seem to be the most impossible thing he'd seen that day.
Rows and rows of wooden structures stretched into the distance. From his elevated position, he surmised he was most likely in some sort of tower or barrack perhaps judging by its strategic position and height, perhaps some centralized command post. He could see a thin wall that encircled the settlement. Smoke poured from multiple chimneys but the air wasn't full of smoke like it usually was in Astri'dan. The orange gray sky was instead replaced with a blue and white sky, clouds were rare in the Drylands, but here they seemed to blot out the sky.
The roads were a dark brown, misshapen and poorly maintained marred by deep trenches and footprints, the people that walked them wore colorful clothes in a variety of shapes and cuts.
Beyond the wall was a flat plain of of some green ground covering... what was it called again.. grass?
But it couldn't be... If that was grass then that would mean he was in Begom. Which was on the opposite side of the Astri'dan volcanic mountain range.
How'd he get to Begom?! What was he doing there?
Perhaps Begom finally put aside their selfish nature, and finally decided to unify with Roclycia. Its a possibility. Maybe he had been out for longer than he thought. He looked out the window again, expecting to see the Roclycian flag flying from a pole, or atleast see a few squads of white armor clad Roclycian soldiers walking the street. But that's not what he saw.
On one of the guard towers connected to the wall a single triangular flag flew from a post, and it was not a flag Kab recognized.
A visual that finally confirmed his fear.
This wasn't Roclycia controlled territory. Which means he was probably taken prisoner in the last battle. A mistake his captors were sure to regret. Roclycians do not take kindly to their own being taken. That thin wall out there and wooden structures wouldn't stand a chance against Roclycian might and artillery. Perhaps once they saw how hopeless it was to resist unification, they will unify peacefully and Roclycia wont be forced to destroy all this wood in the fighting that would surely ensue.
If he stayed put and waited, he's certain his brothers and sisters of the Roclycian army would be here to get him in no time. So without a worry in his mind he layed back down on the 'wooden' bed. And tried to pass the time with trying to remember what exactly happened leading up to this.
The mine, ambushed, explosions out of nowhere, casualties; Matts, Alta, Petra, Crayden, Tyos.... Frea! Where were they?! Was she here with him? Or was she?... Kab sat upright again.
The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.
He didn't like that idea so he decided to not consider it an option, Frea was a No'baul raised Roclycian, if he survived, then so did she. But the thoughts of just before he blacked out, unnerved him.
A recreant Astri'dan soldier or Ekoggian mercenary, he still wasn't sure. Stabbing her in the neck, could she had survived that? What if she hadn't, What if they took her armor?!
Hold on a moment...
"Where is my armor?!"
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"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAA!!!!!\ MURDERA STORMCHIN YOU SON OF A BASTARD GOBLIN RUNT!!!! YOU MUST TELL ME WHERE YOU OBTAINED THIS ARMOR!!" Bellowed Graven Vein the dwarf forge master of The Eastern Frontier kingdom.
Around him his six apprentices all gathered around the white armor Murdera had brought to be repaired. He had dropped it off yesterday and hoped to have had it repaired by this morning, but frustratingly that didn't seem like a possibility now given his Dwarvens brothers ogling of the craftsmanship. Have they been doing that all night? Murdera thought.
While annoyed Murdera really couldn't blame them, he was equally curious of the armor and the material of which it was made.
"Its the armor of some unknown noble adventure I came across."
"Ask him his price!!" Graven was uncomfortable close and Murdera could smell his morning mead on his breath.
"I'll pay whatever it takes to get just a sample of this!"
"Its that good huh?"
"Good? Its a unbelievable work of pure ART! MURDERA!, come follow me." Graven lead Murdera to the back of the shop, Graven was large and wide even for a Dwarf, his bulk pushed aside lesser projects of craftsmanship, swords axes and chest pieces fell to the wayside. His golden beard braces clinked off each other as his beard swayed side to side with each step. Pushing his apprentices away from the armor stand that held the white armor, Murdera could see they had at least cleaned the blood off it. But the huge hole in the chest and back plate were still there.
"Alright Graven, what is it about the armor that is so special It's got your blood melting?"
"Well for starters Murdera, take a look through this." Graven disconnected his magnifying eyepiece from his head gear that was a banded array of jewlers eye pieces, and one large eye cover used for the forge for high temperature forging. he handed the eyepiece to Murdera.
Murdera took the eyepiece and gazed through it at the armor, his dwarven silver filled heart skipped a beat.
"I-its... Perfect." Murdera stuttered out.
"Not a Damn Single sign of a hammer strike!" Graven exclaimed.
"Was it casted?" Murdera asked questioningly, it had to be, that was the only explanation to such a smooth and perfect surface of armor.
"No, I looked all over the damn thing, examined from end to end, not a single seam to be seen! And that's not all." Graven waved his arms around to motion everyone to stand back. The groups of Dwarven smiths and Murdera made a ring around the armor stand and the Forge master. He started speaking in his lecture voice. It was lower than his usual boisterous volume, but he spoke clear and emphasized his points.
"As you all well know casted metal is much weaker than forged metal, Melting a metal down to a liquid breaks its materials bonds that have been carefully crafted to weave together by nature. Forging was the only way to maintain that strength while shaping the metal. Since there are no signs of hammer strikes, we could conclude it is a casted piece and that would explain the damage to its front and back sections. However, observe carefully."
Graven pulled out his belt knife, a blade of incredibly thick haft, its blade was as wide as Murderas thumb. It was a forgemens Knife, deigned for puncturing armor for riveting leather to the armor, it was incredibly strong and sharp, holding its edge even from some of the mightiest of blows thanks to its thick coating of Drastal, a knife like that was the sign of a true Forge Master. In the other hand Graven hefted his smithing hammer. Once Murdera realized what he was about to do Murdera tried to call out to stop the Forge master. The armor was already damaged enough a strike from the blade and hammer will shatter it even more.
"Graven!" Murdera called but it was too late. The Forge master brought down his hammer with all his might, and struck the large flat pommel of the knife. There was a loud BANG and the breaking of metal. But to the amazement of everyone around it wasn't the armor that broke.
Graven now held only the handle of his forgemens knife, the blade had not only broken off at the guard, but had shattered into several pieces that now laid in the sand covered floor of the blacksmiths shop.
"And yet," Graven continuing his lecture from before, unphased from the fact he just shattered a Forge masters knife like it was his mothers pottery!.
"It's strong enough to resist a drastal enhanced forgemens knife. That Murdera, is what makes this armor so special." The Forge master tossed the handle of his broken knife into the forge, and began now moving to Murdera with a purpose burning in his eyes.
"I don't care how much it takes, or costs, if I have to sell everything down to the clothes on my back and the hair on my face, and have to travel across the world on my hands and knees just to hold the position of forge assistant again, I will do anything, to learn the craftsmanship of this!" Gravens gloved fist tightened with the declaration.
"Well..." Murdera began, he wasn't sure what to say to the forge master, he knew next to nothing about the man, and if his hunch was right, he doubted the man would willing share the strengths of his peoples armaments. But perhaps there was a way they both could get what they wanted.
"Well Graven Vein, I'm certain that the noble would be most pleased and be willing to take you up on your offer if you were to repair his armor for him."
Gravens eyes widened at the suggestion.
"YES of course! I must show that I and my hammer are worthy to work on such quality items! Say no more Murdera! I will have this armor patched up and ready before midmorning mead is served!"
Graven turned back to his apprentices and began yelling orders.
"STOCK THE FIRES! AND BRING THE ORE SAMPLES! EVERY OTHER ORDER CAN WAIT!"
Satisfied with the increased effort from the smiths, Murdera made his leave and headed back for the guild, he still had a mountain of paperwork he was now two days behind on.
He let out a sign, Lucky him.
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Anishas story about what it was like going through her summons memories was cut short by a sudden bang and the sound of splashing water.
Kameko jumped reflexively a foot into the air, her fur frizzled and tail was stiff like a log behind her.
"What in the-"
"I think he's awake." Anisha said, trying to keep her voice level. trying to hide her own nervousness.
She had checked up on him a few times while Kameko and her talked, she felt his mind begin to stir a few minutes ago.
She reached through their bond again, and a wave of sensation she's never experienced before slammed into her like a bucket of cold water.
Confusion, Amazement, concern, fear, loss, pain, happy, fear again.
It was so much to handle in such a little amount of time. Bruin never felt like this. He being a animal summon had more simpler thoughts, he often thought about food or sleep, and would either see people as friend or enemy.
Her new summons thoughts were a hive of activity, multiple emotions mixing together, the sensation would have made her dizzy if she wasn't already sitting down.
But then one emotion shown brighter then the rest, it struck with unbelievable force and accretion over the rest.
Anger.
Kabshiel wasn't gonna let some recreants steal his unification from him and his squad mates. They've sacrificed too much already to be lost to random chance of reincarnation.
He bounded from the bed, and pushed down the pain he felt in his chest.
A soft knock at the door however stopped him from opening it.
A person, a woman by the sound of it spoke on the other side of the door, the wooden door muffled it beyond any recognition Kabshiel could understand.
He debated moving back to the bed, perhaps faking he was still asleep, or moving to the side of the door then rushing whoever it was on the other side.
Kabshiel had to mentally shake those thoughts from his head. What was he thinking. Ambushing a lesser enemy? What was he some sort of Astris'dan soldier in a border war with Begom? No He was a proud Roclycian! He would face who ever held him head on, as his people always had.
The door was knocked on one more time before the door slowly opened.
Kabshiel felt his muscles tense in preparation for the fight.
A short black hair woman peaked her head in. Her eyes went wide seeing him. She slowly opened the door more. She was much shorter than him, had long black hair, and her clothes were.. Strange to say the lease. They were loose fitting and puffy, with an array of belts and sashes tidied around them in what Kab could only guess as to having no tactical reasoning besides appearance. So there was a chance this was a civilian and not a combatant.
Kabshiels muscles didn't relax a bit though, anyone other than a Roclycian can be deceiving.
The woman lowered her head and began muttering what to Kab sounded like absolute gibberish.
She raised her head back up, and continued to mumble her words in such a way he couldn't understand a single thing she was saying.
Kabshiel wasn't sure what to do, she wore no armor, and displayed no weapons in the open, but that didn't mean she wasn't dangerous.
When he didn't respond to her mutterings she tilted her head, and her strange head ware that looked like two triangles of fabric, moved unnaturally, twitching slightly like a mechanical arm glitching from crossed wires.
She looked him up and down, when her eyes got to the floor then moved to the spilled bowl and box.
She muttered something again, this time a bit louder, though it didn't seem to help her pronunciation.
Kabshiel got more and more annoyed with this stranger, she wasn't understandable at all and at this point he was suspecting this was some sort of trick they were trying to pull on him. Trying to distract him with her nonsensical words.
If she wasn't gonna speak real words to him then he would, and he would make it painfully clear what he was saying.
"Where. Is. My. Armor?" he spoke in a harsh tone. Probably harsher then he should of, this still might be a civilian after all. The woman took a step back, her head garment now straightening upright.
She mumbled a response, but it was still nonsense.
"Don't toy with me Recreant! You will give me back my armor or I will be forced to take it back."
And Kabshiel meant it. He would die before he let them do anything to his or Freas... Or Any Roclycians armor! He'd die before letting a single plating of armor be taken by them.
The woman raised her hands defensively and took a few more steps out of the door way. She looked to her side and started talking in her mutterings. Was she talking to someone else? How many were outside this room right now?
Kabshiel was done wasting his time with this. He approach the woman who shrunk back against the wall, Her mutterings got louder and sounded with a bit more panic in them.
The Hallway he entered was, like the rest of this place a wooden structure, with soft red carpets he felt beneath his bare feet. The halls were long but narrow, and lined with small metal shapes that held fires.
From the room to his left a red and black haired woman emerged, she was taller then the black hair one, but was still shorter than him. Her face was worn from what Kabshiel recognized as exhaustion.
But that wasn't the only thing that stuck out to him. This woman looked, familiar somehow. The woman straightened, but used the side of the door to support her own weight. She opened her mouth to speak.
"Ul'vala, Ul'vala..."
Kabshiel let out a sigh... More gibberish.
"I don't understand your mutterings civilian, Tell me where my armor is now!" He hoped this one would be more compliant but his anger only grew when in response she covered her own mouth before looking to the black haired one and the two started muttering to each other as if they were speaking some in communicative way. But to Kabshiel it was nothing he'd heard before.
He muttered "recreants" under his breath before turning away from them, and choosing a random hallway to start his search for his armor.
The two followed behind him, becoming increasingly more frantic with their noises.
They were annoying, but as long as they didn't try to stop him or fight him then Roclycian doctrine dictated he couldn't do anything besides ignore them and continue on with his objective.
The red haired one ran up to his side and seemed to be trying to get his attention, her mutterings became more simple, she emphasized each one, but seemingly tried repeating the same one with slight variations to it.
"Kahh... Kabaul.... Kav dal! Kahh.... maul... Kavaul!" Kabsheil didn't stop for her to form actual words. He continued to make his way through the building, as he passed some doors another person rounded the corner, this time it was a man, wearing a black and white suit that was more pristine then what the other two were wearing in comparison. In his hand he held a metal tray and a small fabric cloth was wrapped around his forearm.
His eyes opened wide as Kabshiel approached him. He was also much shorter than him, he only came up to his shoulder.
"Where is my Roclycian armor officer?" Kabshiel assumed the man had some higher rank as his uniform had intricate detailing on the shoulders and chest. A common mistake other military forces made, blatantly marking who were their leaders were made them easy targets.
Of course Roclcyains didn't target leaderfigures like that during combat. It was against Doctrine to do so.
The man stammered before muttering sounds in a concerned tone. He went from looking at him to piering back to the two behind him, all three began making noises together.
How long were they going to keep this up? Couldn't they see that their trickery wasn't working on him?
"Your mind games will not work on a Roclycian! Now end this nonsense or get out of my way." Kab motioned with his arms in a way to hopefully convey he wanted the man to move.
The mans muttiners came in short bursts, he straightened his back, bowed his head and moved to the side.
Good, at least that understood that.
As he walked through the building he couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right with this place, well obviously they lacked unity, and judging from how that officer reacted to him, they were also cowards. But the strangest thing was that he had expected some resistance at least. Sure these two still followed him as he went from room to room clearing each area before moving on. So far all he's seen is other people who didn't speak real words, and would look at him like he'd grown a second head or something.
As he walked he made a mental note of each room, its contents and the layout of the building, a learned skill and now habit he'd picked up from his training as a Infantry Recon man. Mapping out complex tunnel systems in his mind was easy to him, so this building with its linear passage ways were easy to remember. From what he can tell its a relatively large building, most the rooms he'd come across seemed to be oversized personal quarters for only a handful of civilians and or engineer/manufacturers. While the large building was impressively sturdy looking, despite the weaker building material's it was nothing compared to Roclycian infrastructure. The building lacked any form of security or defensive positioning that he could see. It seemed these people put all their effort in to looking nice, rather than being productive and defendable.
Large paintings of men and woman lined some of the walls, he'd seen a few paintings in his life. Trainer Skal actually had a family heirloom painting he kept on his desk, he called it a reminder of what we lost, and told us that if we wanted one of our own, we'd have to fight and die for the unity of Verden.
But here, they seemed very plentiful, there were even larger ones, of people in even more strange clothing. Men in purple and blue shirts with huge puffy sleeves, and round pants. None of it look funcional. It gave a enemy too much to grab on to, and could easily get snagged on rubble in a battlefield.
Just who were these people?
Kab needed to get a better understanding of his situation, he needs to know who his captors are and he won't know for certain until he gets outside. So that's what he started looking for next, a exit.
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Anisha and Kameko chased after her summon. Hastily offering apologizes to the now traumatized servants of the keep who were definitely not expecting to see bandaged half naked nobel come barging into their personal quarters, the kitchen, store room, and whatever other room Anishas Summon seemed to just want to go into.
Both of them kept trying to assure him he was safe, that he wasn't in danger and that he needed to lay down. But there was just one MAJOR problem. He didn't speak the same language!
Anisha tried other languages she knew, Dwarvish, Red Elf, Common. And Kameko tried a few others, souther Folkmen, Urashinese, Urashin Bush Talk, which she was pretty sure Kameko used just to insult him. And... AVISTIAN?!
Anisha clamped her hands over Kamekos mouth. Before whispering in her ear.
"What are you doing speaking the language of Hmota in public!"
"Mhmm hmmhmhm.." Anisha moved her hand away so she could actually hear her.
"I said, since he's a ... You know... well I thought maybe he'd just come with the ability to understand that... But apparently not!" She hissed out glaring up at his back.
"What are we going to do Anisha? Sooner or later he's gonna burst his way either into a armory full of guards or the Lords personal Chambers! How are we gonna stop him if he doesn't understand common, and YOU can't give him orders?!"
Anisha watched her summon as he barged into yet another servants quarters, they heard one of the servant girls scream from the sudden arrival of a complete stranger. But just like all the rest her summon didn't even so much as bat an eye, he just looked around before turning back out the door and heading to the next door he saw. Kameko moved to start apologizing to the servant, So far the only excuse they could come up with was he was confused from a injury to the head. But considering how rigid and determined he seemed to be, she wasn't sure how many believed that.
What exactly was he trying to do? She could only guess that maybe he was looking for something, or someone perhaps.
If they couldn't talk then maybe they could communicate a different way. Anisha and Kameko had to run to catch up to him, by the gods he was fast for someone who was on deaths door a few hours ago and should have half functioning lungs!
They tried everything from standing in front of him, waving their arms, even laying their heads on their hands to gesture for him to go to rest, but nothing worked!
In another vain attempt Anisha tried to use his name, she had heard it in one of his memories but for the life of her she couldn't really remember what it was, she knew it started with a K and A, so she kept guessing.
"Kaval! Ka-ka Kadail, Karshal, Karldal!"
Kameko grabbed Anishas hand and brought her to a stop.
"This has gotten out of hand Anisha... I think... I think we need Malissa's help to calm him down." Anisha was gonna protest, she just knew her teacher was gonna chew them out for this! He's supposed to be bedridden and not moving at all, not going for a casual stroll through every room in the entire keep!
Recovering from mana withdrawal or not she'll make both of them do beginner excises in the pouring rain until they drop unconscious again.
Anisha gave a moroful nod "Go, I'll try to stall him."
Kameko gave a nod before running back the way they had came. Anisha saw for a moment her friend pulling out a red crystal from her satchel, a few minor incantations later a red aura surrounded her, and she went bounding down the hall now at twice the speed. Sending Kameko is the best option, since she can actually USE normal mana she can consistantly use spells to enhancer her speed.
Malissa should be there soon, they were going to handle this and everything was going to be fine.
Now All Anisha had to do was stall-
Where did her summon go?!