Basilisk soon felt another presence in his mind, this one more familiar, more warm. Fury, get out. You've already determined what you needed to know. Now go.
Very well, Wielder. As you wish.
An instant later, both withdrew.
Song's head snapped to look at Raknar, as she slid one of her wakizashi out of it's sheath almost unconsciously. "Who the karz are you?"
Edited by Krayzikk Champion of RPGs, Jul 03 2012 - 03:31 PM.