Cylus said, more as an introduction than a genuine question. “We have, although he had given us not his name.” courteous bowing Fathala smiled. “We Doreians are not exactly open to strangers.” Garlon also bowed, but before Cylus and Myranda, rather than the strangers. Without further word he left. “Help yourselves to some food, we are not exactly known for hospitality, if we are known at all.” Cylus sat down near the fire and took one of the birds. As bid by their host the two women sat down near the fire and reached for the food. “I’m sure you.have questions.” Cylus looked at Fathala, gnawing on a leg. Grabbing another one of the roasting birds Myranda sighed loudly. “All our pople are capable of magic, yet we’re not as zealous as the creatures the Coatl have left in the south.” Bats and Owls. I’ve heard the stories. These people know about them as well? “Good thing we all are capable, otherwise our land and all its denizens would still lie idly for the Coatl to destroy.” Cylus added, not turning his gaze from Fathala. “We know of them. We know you’re a sweetwater Naga. We know about most of the tidings in the world. Yet we avoided the world learning about us.” startled Fathala dropped the food in her hand, jumped back a few meters. “Don’t you ever do that again!” she didn’t want anyone entering her mind again. That was Eric’s privilege, and his alone. “Forgive my intrusion.” Cylus indicated a bow, much to Myranda’s dislike. “Until a few years past we kept a close eye on the world, yet, when the signs of return grew, we diverted our attention elsewhere.” he picked up Fathala’s food with his magic, the dirt it had on it fell to the ground as if washed off, while all the spices and fat remained. Slowly it floated towards the Naga, who folded her wings with care to not brush them against the thorns again. In her startled shock she had cut herself in various places. “Effortlessly we worked to finalize our preparations, and then we left.” he spoke looking at Lilly, but was clearly addressing Fathala.”I would much rather want to know where to put you.” Fathala thankfully took the still floating bird. Knowing what she meant to ask Myranda rolled her eyes, while Cylus smiled. “Our ancestry is Doreyah, Albin and Demonic.” confusion on Fathala’s face made his smile broader. “The Doreyah were the ancestors of the people who dwell on the pole, and everywhere else on the world. Humans came from them, as well as Batpeople, Owlpeople, the anchors and some of the Albin blood.”So they had a name for themselves after all.Calmed by answers and food Fathala sat down again. “You are also of demonic origin?” it was Lilly who raised the question that Fathala almost had forgotten. “During the last invasion a group of demons were stranded here, they had lost their powers, some were even dying from the lack of sorcery in the world. The Doreyah and Albin helped them survive, and after the Coatl were successfully banned again these demons vowed not to turn on them. Over time their descendants and the descendants of the Doreyah and Albin mingled and became us.” he left out the hardships that rose from these unions, the wars, the purity laws that once had been raised, but were abolished again after purity became questionable fir either factions. Mere twenty years earlier a group of purity obsessed Dorei had been subdued. Their aims of creating a pure bred Dorei demon were as questionable as they were foolish. “Now, why do you wish to return?” Myranda asked, the annoyance in her voice was apparent, she loathed the outlanders, like most Dorei. “I want to rejoin the fight. The Sphinxes need to be stopped, turned back, or better yet, killed off.” with her teeth, Fathala tore off a piece of flesh from the bird in her hands. “They’re going to follow you here eventually, once they’re done with the rest of the world. Let me be an additional instrument of their downfall, and you can be left in peace.” she mused staring off in the thorny distance. “Useful enough for your likes yet?” Cylus and Myranda exchanged a look. “Why would they follow us here?” whenever Myranda spoke, arrogance swung with her voice. Careful not to enrage the shadowbinder Fathala and Lilly explained he reasons why they thought the Sphinxes would follow the land of Dorei. Satisfied to see his colleague lacking of an answer to the reasoning of the two strangers, Cylus asked how Fathala would want to destroy the threat of the Coatl. “The bane.” she replied, shutting both Myranda and Cylus up for good. “It has been recreated, it was ready, but agents of the Sphinxes stole it. I know where it is.” Or likely is.Seeing the both still lack for words Fathala felt a slight hint of pride. Their inward bound attention these last years has left them ignorant of the tidings of this conflict.