She.rolled up the parchment that she was studying. “I say we drive them off or kill them.” she went on, rising as well. “That is your solution to everything.” the man turned to face others in the room, most of which sat alone at tables, some with a second. “We cannot hide our land forever! The Coatl will figure out where we went, one of them has lived here for ages, they will come here sooner or later. These strangers might be of help!” mumbling rose in he dead silent crowd, swelling to chatter. “Silence!” the woman approached the man. “Alright, let us how they might be of use to us, and our cause.” “One step at a time Myranda, our cause is worth naught if we do not survive.” squinting her eyes she studied his. “So let us see if they are of use in our survival then, Cylus.” “I believe this just another dead end.” Fathala gently touched the wall before them. Three days had passed since they entered the caverns, five since they had reached land. During the march to the thorn grove time seemed to fly by, as if they had made the way in mere hours. To her disappointment Fathala found that time passed not as quickly in the caves. Several forks had led them to numerous dead ends. Sometimes behind thorn covered roots, sometimes well inside the rock. “I do not believe so.” Lilly too touched the wall. “I can feel them, close by at that.” Exhausted Fathala sighed, turned and slithered away again. “What brings you here?” a male voice startled Fathala, the source if it was not to be seen. Was she imagining it? Did sleep deprivation get the best of her?”We are looking for the shadowbinders.” she muttered, uncertain whether she should be replying. “I’d say we found them.” Lilly put an easing hand on the Naga’s shoulder.Out of the darkness of the surrounding cave a man appeared in cloak and hood as purple as his skin. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Cylus.” his hand pointed to a vacant spot next to Fathala and Lilly, “And this is Myranda.” out of nothing a slightly disgruntled looking woman appeared. Albin invisibility? Could it be they’re related?”We are,” Lilly wanted to introduce, but was rudely interrupted by Myranda. “We know who you are. And what you are.” she looked the strange visitors up and down.A sweetwater Naga from our world and a demon from this world. Myranda will want to kill them right away. Cylus mused by himself. “You came because of our water, and the Naga in the hopes that we could send her back.” Myranda stepped back from the two. “A waste of time, let us be done with them.””Please Myranda, our guests can’t hear you.” Cylus frowned theatrical, immediately after speaking to his comrade the benevolent smile returned to his lips. Maintaining the smile he invited the two to follow him, much to Myranda’s disliking. Nicely cracking flames sput out small flakes of fire from a campfire, above a wide gap in the thorn and leaf canopy allowed for the smoke to disperse. Birds were roasting on the fire, sizzling fat dripped from them. Another man attended both fire and birds, he was in leather garments. “I believe you have met Garlon?”

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