While eating dinner, Hläng notices that the conversation has been
one-sided all evening.
Hläng: Why are you being so quiet, Hräsh?
Hräng: I'm thinking is all. The world is become dangerous for gods.
Hläng: Because of the Tarrasque?
Hräsh: Yes, also we almost destroyed Ashaneron ourselves.
Hläng: But we didn't. Ashaneron is alive.
Hräsh: Well, he came back to life, but he almost didn't.
The time has come.
Hläng, nodding in sage agreement: It has.
Dessert?
Hräsh: No. I know why I've come this far now.
Hläng, looking around: Athalin?
Hräsh, shaking his head: No, I've decided we need to find Kora.
Hläng: Kora?
Hräsh, nodding: I think she might still be alive. Somewhere.
Hläng: How?
Hräsh: It's complicated. Let's go consult Nithalus.
Hläng: Now?
Hräsh: Well… soon.
Hläng: What about Ludimar? Or Maugan? They have to be stopped.
Hräsh: Can you think of a better time for the return of 'Hope's Beacon'?
Hläng: Well… I'll help you on one condition.
Hräsh, turning to eye Hläng suspiciously: What's that?
Hläng: If I help you find Kora, then you must help me find Anastal.
Hräsh, stealing the lump of bread from Hläng's hand: Deal.
Hläng: Hey, that's the last piece!
Hräsh, chewing: Well, you weren't eating it.
HräshHläng: Chris
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