Unwelcome Information

Veltar returned to the cave after his unfortunate mishap, and went back to looking at the assortment of medications again.

He silently cursed himself as he remembered that his original intention was to ask Jhinto about how to use the silver neutralizer. I mean, really he couldn't blame himself, it's not like he /wanted/ to have to masturbate in the woods. Shamefully. No, he had just been doing his job.

The brown haired male shook his head with both disappointment and just sheer disbelief. He had never had such a bad luck streak in his life. Was he being punished for some reason? Had he beaten up Silas too much?

...If so, this was absolutely worth it, then. He had never felt so good as he did when he got to sock Silas right in his smug, ugly face. Now, he was excited to watch Metas mop the literal forest floor with him, and for the roar of laughter they all planned to give the spoiled brat. It was neither here nor there at the moment, though. For now, he had to ask Jhinto what to do with the box he delivered.

The only reason he was dreading going back into the hovel was because they were more than likely still talking religion - and right now, Veltar wasn't keen on being grateful to the powers that be for torturing him for what has felt like his entire life.

Whatever. He'd trudge back there grumpily, and find to his dissatisfaction that the two males were indeed still talking about Gods, Goddesses, and whatever nonsense else. His face probably said it all, because Jyriah looked at him with a frown.

"You alright there?" The coal-furred coated wolf asked with honest worry.

"Yes. I just need to know how to administer that silver neutralizer. Our Luna needs it badly," Veltar answered with a deep, tired sigh.

"Two drops under the tongue. I would wait until she wakes up, however. There will be a violent reaction from her insides. It will look worse than how it feels, I assure you" the old mage replied cryptically.

"What do you mean violently?" Veltar and Jyriah asked at the same time.

"Oh...well..." Jhinto trailed off as he didn't really want to answer that question. Instead he continued on with, "I assure you it's not painful - just very uncomfortable, or rather it feels odd. I've used it myself."

"What's going to happen?" Jyriah insisted and looked at the elder with a glare in his orbs.

"The silver will exit her orifices, and it will look terrifying, but as I said - it's not going to harm her," the mage replied as calmly as he could in order to keep both of the young ones in front of him at ease.

Then, he followed up quickly with, "I think it best if you give the medication to Metas and allow the two of them to go off in private. I can tell you, the process is not flattering, and no Luna or Alpha would want to be seen in such a state."

"Who are you, creepy old guy?" Jyriah asked with a mixture of disbelief and awe.

"Jyriah-" Veltar began in order to correct him, but he stopped when he heard Jhinto laugh.

"I am merely a servant of the kingdom. I have watched over Metas since he was a young boy, and I have many many years of magical knowledge. All I wish is to see our home returned to its former glory, and the only way to do that would be to unite us all."

He paused only to breathe, and then as though he merely forgot something on a list he added, "which reminds me, you should try to wake Metas and Myranda as soon as you can. If not just for the weaponry they hold - but also for the dire news that Harbinger wants to seal off the tunnels in order to kill a large amount of the population as a warning. Those in the higher echelon of the lower mountains would be at serious risk of death. At least the ones lower in the earth will be close to the mines, and I know there is good ventilation down there. Those small holes for comfort will only bring in so much air before it can't keep up."

The two young males just stared at him with disbelief, both at the tone he used, and the information he dumped in their laps.

"Why didn't you lead with that?" Jyriah argued a little too loudly.

"Shhh," Veltar hissed. "Don't wake up the kids, they're scared enough."

"Sorry. I'm only terrified because my fucking niece is down there. Don't mind me," the hot-headed wolf replied with a sneer.

"I get that...but some kids who happen to be nephews and nieces of others in our care should be thought of, too" Veltar reminded him with a stern look in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah...." Jyriah replied in defeat and lowered his voice and posture.

"Do this old wolf a favor, and go wait for Metas and Myranda to wake up. I believe you need rest as well as the rest of the colony here. Your eyes are tired, Veltar."

The alchemist looked to the mage with bewilderment and just nodded. He was indeed so very, very tired. He didn't even argue, or refute, or even agree with Jhinto - he just left through the hole that led back out into the now afternoon sun.