…..:::::|. Fifty-Foot-O-Rope Inn .|:::::…..
Halycind awoke roughly.
There was a heavy sound on her mind. It was his voice. Still in her head, commanding the distances between them. Commanding that in the long absence to come, she would mind her attentions, weigh her observations well, and judge everything slowly.
Nothing in the lingering weight of his words made any sense to her. Only a throbbing pounding of something powerful having left its mark.
She uncurled herself from her position in the floor of the room in the Inn and an uncomfortable shiver struck her. She glimpsed the sigil burning more of its way into her hand; it was the throbbing.