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Saran Joins The Chosen of Fate

A Marker Slab has been erected in the center of the room.
The Sigil Draktha floats in the air here, warding the cave below.
Cordir is here.

Saran bows before Cordir.

Cordir smiles at Saran.

Cordir says, 'Greetings, Brother.'

Talmud bows deeply.
Talmud sits down and thinks deeply.
Talmud says (in common), 'Saran?'.

Saran drops to visibility.

The larval polyp fades into existence.
The larval polyp attacks and narrowly misses Saran.

Saran's crush wounds the larval polyp.
The larval polyp attacks, but comes nowhere close to Saran.

Saran utters the words, 'chill touch'.
Saran's chilling touch mauls the larval polyp.

Talmud fades into existence.
Talmud rescues Saran!

Talmud's pierce decimates the larval polyp!
Talmud over-extends his attack, pulling him off-balance!
Talmud's armor deflects the larval polyp's attack.

Talmud's armor deflects the larval polyp's attack.
Talmud deftly moves out of the way of the larval polyp's attack.

Talmud's pierce wounds the larval polyp.
Talmud's pierce devastates the larval polyp!
The larval polyp is DEAD!!
You hear the larval polyp's death cry.
Talmud gets 6 gold coins from the corpse of the larval polyp.

Cordir says, 'Welcome to the Sigil Draktha, Saran.'

Saran sacrifices the corpse of the larval polyp to Cordir.
Saran nods and says (in common), 'it has been a ... long long time since I have ... been here'.

Cordir says, 'This Sigil is a barrier against the horrors that lie beyond. A potent ward, who's strength is fading. I see Draktha as ... a symbol of sorts... for what the Chosen are. We share similar purposes... Straining to hold back the terrors of the Realm. I ask Petitioners to come here for several reasons. Both as a mark of faith, for the dangerous journey and to give, with their oaths, strength to fading Draktha. You have come here, both as a Petitioner, and as a Provisional Member.'

Saran nods.

Cordir says, 'Which would you wish to be?'.
Cordir says, 'Continue as you are, or walk further down this Path?'.

Saran says (in common), 'a Petitioner'.

Cordir nods and says, 'Very well.'

Cordir lays her hand upon your shoulder, and rips her spritual essence from you.
Cordir has rejected Saran.

Saran warbles slightly.

Saran shakes his 'head' to clear his thoughts.

Cordir says, 'Saran, do you come to this place of your own accord and wish?'.

Saran says (in common), 'yes, I do'.

Cordir says, 'Then please step past Draktha, and descend into N'Kai the Black.'

down
Cave Conjoining N'Kai [Exits: north]

Saran appears out of nowhere.
Talmud appears out of nowhere.

look:
Cave Conjoining N'Kai [Exits: north]
You are below the Sigil Draktha, near N'Kai the Black. You
have no escape but to go onward, for the Barrier seals you
within here just as forcefully as it does the Spawn. Bones
lie scattered about, strewn above a dried pool of blood.

A Message has been scrawled on the bloody floor.
(Purple Aura) Talmud is here.
Saran is here.

Talmud rests.

Talmud's sores fester. Talmud's disease injures himself.

Cordir says, 'You stand within N'Kai..'

Talmud winces. Ouch!

Cordir utters the words, 'Cure Disease'
Cordir utters the words, 'Immunity'

Talmud bows before Cordir.

Saran shivers at the thought of fighting Talmud.

Talmud says (in common), 'Apologies'.

Saran has it, no doubt.

Cordir says, 'we will attend to that in a moment.'

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease hits himself.

Talmud stands up.

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease injures himself.

Cordir says, 'Saran, have you completed the Petitioners Quest?'.

Saran says (in common), 'yes, I have'.

Talmud checks on Saran's health.

Cordir says, 'Do you swear you have served the young for a span of a year and a day in your time?'.

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease hits himself.

Saran says (in common), 'I have spent a year and a day helping the youngling helhound'.
Saran says (in common), 'I swear by the Nameless Mother'.

Cordir says, 'Do you swear that you have collected tokens of your travels across this Realm?'.

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease injures himself.

Talmud checks on Saran's health.

Saran gets a fish bladder from an egg casing.
Saran drops a fish bladder.

Saran gets a scroll of know alignment from an egg casing.
Saran drops a scroll of know alignment.

Saran gets a pumpkin pie from an egg casing.

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease injures himself.

Saran drops a pumpkin pie.

Saran gets the eagle's feather from an egg casing.
Saran drops the eagle's feather.

Saran gets a kiwi from an egg casing.

Cordir says, 'Do you swear that you have collected tokens of your travels across this Realm?'.

Saran drops a kiwi.

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease hits himself.

Saran nods.

Saran gets a bag of aarakocra hide, filled with dried kiwi from an egg casing.
Saran drops a bag of aarakocra hide, filled with dried kiwi.

Cordir says, 'And have you chosen Geasa?'.

Saran says (in common), 'I have'.

Saran's sores fester. Saran's disease hits himself.

Saran gets a bowl of fruit salad from an egg casing.
Saran drops a bowl of fruit salad.

Saran gets an exquisite diamond ring from an egg casing.
Saran drops an exquisite diamond ring.

Talmud checks on Saran's health.

Cordir says, 'I have read the tale of your life.. And found it pleasing.'

Saran hates mummy rot.

Cordir says, 'One of the other requirements of joining the Chosen is sponsorship. I, myself, stand as your sponsor.'

Saran whistles appreciatively.

Cordir says, 'Whether or not anyone else attempts to gainsay my right, it is Mine.'

Talmud bows before Cordir.
Saran bows before Cordir.

Saran says (in common), 'I am ... honored'.

Talmud checks on Saran's health.

Cordir gestures and a glittering spiderweb of light appears.

From within the Pattern, appears a small black spider.

The spider slowly descends to the cavern floor, to stand before you.

Cordir gestures at the spider. 'This is Guardian, keeper of the Geasa of the Chosen of Fate.'

Cordir says, 'Speak those things you would bind yourself with, and let them be witnessed.'

Saran says (in common), 'I, physically, have noted several ... difficulties in my current form. Rather than try to ... overcome them ... I wish to accept these physical ... effects'.

Saran says (in common), 'the three effects I will accept are:'.

Saran says (in common), '1) My restless soul has great difficulty sleeping. I will never dream again, nor know sleep's peace'.

Talmud seems to raise a brow.

Cordir nods.

The spider dips its thorax in a bow.

You hear a voice in your mind: *Witnessed*

Saran says (in common), '2) When I drain the essence of any food not wholly natural, I grow ill. To that end, I shall never eat prepared food again'.

Saran says (in common), '(steaks included)'.

Cordir nods.

The spider dips its thorax in a bow.

You hear a voice in your mind: *Witnessed*

Saran says (in common), 'In my studies, I have learned of Ten Paths of magic open to my dead body, each holding five magics. Two are difficult for me, and one too ... tempting'.

Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.

Saran says (in common), '3) I forbid myself to ever learn the Path of Draining, the Path of Energy, or the Path of Spirit. The spells on these paths are:'.

Saran says (in common), 'Draining: Drain Strength (Weaken), Vampiric Touch, Drain Will (Charm Person), Sleeping Touch, Drain Essence (Energy Drain)'.

Saran says (in common), 'Energy: Magic Missile, Generate Sound (Ventriloquate), Energy Blast (Shockin g grasp), Sound Blast (Deafness), Arcing Energy (Chain Lightning)'.

Saran says (in common), 'Spirit: Sense Life (Infravision), Analyze Spirit (Identify), Materialize Water Spirit (Create Spring), Spirit Shroud (Mass invis), and Spirit Swarm (Meteor'.

Saran says (in common), 'the other 35 spells of the other 7 Paths I can, and will learn, completely. Those are the physical limits I have, and will abide by'.
Saran says (in common), 'I ... understand that you desire personal geasa of demand'.

Cordir nods.

Saran says (in common), 'and that my physical ones do not meet that ... they are ... exclusionary only'.

Cordir says, 'This is true.'

Saran says (in common), 'also, the Rage within ... seethes at what it sees to be the limits of this body'.

Saran says (in common), 'and I feel I need act such that it is ... sated and commit myself to living as much of the life I used to lead that I can'.

Cordir pauses a moment, and thinks deeply. She says, 'Very well....'

Saran says (in common), 'to that end ... I have chosen some ... oaths ... to tie me to the natural life I used to lead'.

Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.

Saran says (in common), 'only one of which is exclusionary'.

Cordir says, 'Geasa, or Oaths?'.

Saran says (in common), 'they are oaths ... here. they will become geasa as well'.

Cordir says, 'Continue.'

Saran says (in common), '1) Never shall I own or seek to own more than I carry. I will shun the moneylenders, and not seek to store extra equipment with friends like Nyx in case of death, nor money'.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'

Saran says (in common), 'anything I give is mine no more, however treasured. I will enter into no loans, and expect no quid pro quo assistance for assistance rendered'.

Cordir says, 'That is something... I generally expect from My Chosen.'

Saran nods.
Saran says (in common), 'the moneylender prohibition is the only ... addition'.

Cordir nods and says, 'I do ask that my folk give some oath of service to the young of the Realm. Are you willing to take on such an Oath?'.
Saran says (in common), 'consider that given ... though I do not feel it worthy as a geas ... since all follow it'.
Saran says (in common), '2) I will and must assist anyone who asks for aid in re-equipment from death, with anything I have in inventory, until *they* are satisfied or until my inventory is stripped'.

Cordir blinks and says, 'Well, that would certainly be an appropriate Oath of service'.

Saran is haunted ... a ghost will be arriving.
Cordir frowns.
Talmud says (in common), 'I'll take it'.

Cordir says, 'Are there other Oaths you wish to give?'.

Saran nods.

Cordir says, 'Continue, please.'

Saran says (in common), 'this last personal oath i would like ... quiet ... if possible. It is a sacred trust'.

Talmud says (in common), 'Would you like me to leave?'. Talmud seems to raise a brow.

Cordir says, 'You may tell only myself. You need not speak it aloud.'

Saran says (in common), 'i can accept others knowing ... so long as it is not spoken. It ... is equivalent to giving my true name'.
Talmud says (in common), 'It would be safer in tells to the Lady'.

Cordir says, 'The Chosen are utterly trustworthy.'
Talmud nods in recognition to Cordir.
Talmud says (in common), 'There are ears in this Realm.'

Cordir says, 'Aye, Theologian'.

Saran will tell it, then.
(Saran whispers a third Geas, for Cordir's hearing only.)

Cordir says, 'I would put one restriction on that.'

Cordir says, 'You will NOT be bound to do so, should it be an Anathema who asks else you will face my wrath and ire.'

Saran nods slowly and says (in common), 'i will likely be facing either your rage or my own, then'.

Cordir says, 'Very well.'

Saran says (in common), 'it is an unpleasant choice ... but one I may find myself making'.

Cordir says, 'Then what Chance and Fate bring, they will bring.'

Cordir says, 'Are there any further bindings or Oaths you wish to accept or name?'.

Saran says (in common), 'that is all I have, Sister'.

Saran looks up to Cordir.

Cordir nods.

< 516ma(531) NH HL >
Saran looks at Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Then I ask you to kneel, Saran.'

Saran steps back slightly, dazed, as his 'eyes' lose focus, gazing at Cordir.

Saran is surrounded by a blue nimbus for an instant as the sigla upon him glow momentarily.

Saran continues to gaze at Cordir.

Saran raises his hand and extends three fingers.

Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.

Saran raises but one finger for a moment.

Saran concentrates and the light of his soul shifts, forming an image within his cloak.

Saran generates an image of a body falling to the ground, dead but laden with possessions.

Saran generates another image, of himself walking up to the fallen body.

Saran gathers three items from the fallen body, and the coinpurse, and then sacrifices the body to Cordir's glory.
Cordir blinks, then blinks again, and murmurs, 'Oh dear.'

Cordir says, 'Invoking the Rite of Loss upon the fallen?'.

Saran raises but one finger, and then lets it drop, and nods.

Saran nods.

Saran dispels the images within his soul.

Cordir says, 'To be honest, I'm not entirely certain I am comfortable with that...' She smiles wryly.

Saran looks at his Sister expectantly, and waits.

Cordir says, 'However, this existance is rarely a 'comfortable' one.'
Cordir says, 'Continue.'

Saran raises two fingers, and lets them drop.

Saran concentrates, and his soul forms the image of himself travelling with a group of WarDancers.

Saran later travels with Nashites of the Conclave.

Saran then walks with Unity.
Saran keeps walking with Unity.

Saran walks with WarDancers, and other goods for even more time.

Saran suddenly dissociates himself from the company of the goods.

Saran exclusively groups with evils and neutrals for a time, a time equivalent to the overlong association with good.

Saran distributes aid likewise.

Cordir nods.

Saran raises three fingers and lets them fall.

Saran concentrates and forms an image of himself bombarded by shouts and yells and hagglings, such that he is unable to properly aid someone.

Saran shakes his head.
Saran generates a ward about the image, such that it cannot hear the distractions, nor ever reply in the same manner.

Cordir nods. Cordir says, 'I ... understand, Peaceful One. And accept your oaths.'

Saran raises three fingers, and lets them fall.
Saran looks questioningly at his Sister.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Witnessed.'

Saran sits down and thinks deeply.

Saran stands and concentrates.

Saran forms an image of himself offering oath unto Cordir.

Saran has the image flare blue for a moment.
Saran has the image again offer oath to his Sister.

Saran looks at Cordir expectantly.

Cordir smiles quietly, and nods.

Saran thanks Cordir heartily.

Cordir says, 'I would gladly accept your oath, Peaceful One.'

Saran places his right hand over his left fist and bows to Cordir.

Saran kneels.

Cordir extends Her hand in gentle benediction and blessing.

Cordir makes a gesture of acceptance and welcome.

Saran now worships you!

Cordir accepts the Peaceful One into the Chosen.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!
Cordir gives the Peaceful One (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen.

Talmud ftells, 'Welcome, Saran *smile* *bow*'.

Cordir ftells, 'SARAN has yet to oath.'

Talmud ftells, 'oh =P'.

Cordir ftells, 'An... aspect.... of him has'.

Talmud ftells, '*raise*'.

Saran flashes blue briefly, and then the blue aura slowly dims to nothingness.

Saran stands abruptly.

Saran shakes his head.

Cordir says, 'Hello, again.'

Saran says (in common), 'I ... remembered some of that ... this time'.

Talmud ftells, 'Interesting... *nod*'.

Cordir nods in recognition to Saran. She asks, 'Are you all right, brother?'.
Cordir says, 'What did you remember?'.

Saran says (in common), 'taking extra ... compulsions onto myself'.

Cordir nods. Cordir says, 'Some of them... concern me.'

Saran says (in common), 'not being able to talk well or maybe ... at all? and feeling ... calm'.

Cordir nods. 'You communicated, but did not speak.'

Saran says (in common), 'very, very calm. I would like to ... learn to understand that. And I ... or part of me ... gave you oath'.

Cordir says, 'to be able to call that calmness? Or understand how it is that such things happen?'.

Saran says (in common), 'both. The latter perhaps first'.

Cordir nods. 'And yes, it did give me Oath.'

Saran says (in common), 'since I do not ... understand it well'.

Saran suddenly realizes where he had been.
Saran coughs.
Saran kneels.

Cordir smiles quietly.

Cordir says, 'Saran, also called al-Ashari, once Wanderer of the Grey Waste...'
Cordir says, 'Do you come here of your own volition?'.
Saran says (in common), 'I do, my Sister.'
Saran puts his right hand over his left fist.

Cordir says, 'And is it your own true wish to become one of the fellowship known as the Chosen of Fate?'.

Saran says (in common), 'It is'.

Talmud seems to smile inside the darkness of the cowl.
Cordir says, 'Will you swear to abide by the Codes and Dictates I have set forth for my folk, bringing no shame to them, or I by your actions?'.

Saran says (in common), 'I will and I do swear, by the Nameless Mother, to abide by your rules and counsel in all things'.

Cordir says, 'Will you swear to abide by the rules, written and implied, of this Realm, and the lawful instructions of its Immortals?'.

Saran says (in common), 'Yes, may I live forever and never hunt again'.

Cordir says, 'And lastly, do you swear to obey to lawfully given instructions of my Ordained, the Faileas Dhan, and any other I choose to Ordain in the future?'.

Saran says (in common), 'I do swear, by all that is pure and unsullied, that I shall'.

Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir says, 'Then you may give me your Oath.'

Saran bows his head low and says, 'For now and ever, Sister, I serve You and You alone.'

Cordir says, 'And I, in return, serve you, and all of My other Chosen, now and ever, until past the star's fading.'

Cordir accepts Saran into the Chosen of Fate!

Cordir ftells, 'Welcome, Brother.'

Saran leaps to his feet.
Saran is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.
Talmud ftells, 'Welcome, Saran *smile* *bow*'.

Talmud bows before Saran.

Saran ftells, 'thank You, Sister ... I am ... wholly honored'.

Saran bows before Talmud.

Cordir says, 'It is my custom, brother, to formally bring into my holy place, those who have newly oathed. And there, gift them with the outward symbol of the oath just made - a Covenant Ward. However, you have no flesh to set it upon. I could, I suppose, ink it upon your wrappings...'

Saran says (in common), 'I have sigla enough ... I can ... bear more'.
Saran nods.

Saran will go to the temple now, if you desire.

Cordir says, 'I'll bring you there.'

Cordir makes a graceful gesture of summoning.
A glimmering light appears, and expands into a shining web-like Pattern.
Cordir steps through the Pattern Web, disappearing from the chamber.

Within The Tapestry of Fate [Exits: north up]
The Loom of the Weaver is here, coruscating with an unearthly radiance.
Ptarchyzk is resting here.

The Pattern fades into motes of light, scattered about the chamber.

Saran arrives suddenly.
Talmud arrives suddenly.

Talmud drops a scroll of know alignment. As it hits the floor, it vanishes in a flash.
A thundering voice screams, 'Talmud HAS DESECRATED HOLY GROUND!'

Talmud says (in common), 'doh'.

Cordir utters the words, 'Remove Curse'
Talmud rests. Talmud chuckles, evidently amused.
Saran bows before Ptarchyzk.

Ptarchyzk smiles happily.

Ptarchyzk shakes his head. Ptarchyzk pats Talmud on his back.

Talmud bows before Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Welcome once more, Saran.'

Talmud nods.
Talmud says (in common), 'Welcome.'

Saran says (in common), 'thank You for welcoming me, Sister'.

Cordir ftells, 'Greetings, Trakker'.
Talmud ftells, 'Hello Trakker'.
Trakker ftells, 'Afternoon Milady'.
Cordir ftells, 'Youre just in time to welcome Saran'.
Trakker ftells, 'Greetings Saran'.
Cordir ftells, 'He's given formal oath'.
Trakker ftells, 'very nice'.

Ptarchyzk says (in common), 'Gratz, Saran.. now you get to see me hang out for no good reason..'

Saran ftells, 'I ... greet you, Trakker'.

Talmud seems to grin.
Talmud says (in common), 'Heheh.'

Saran chuckles, evidently amused.
Saran ftells, 'I will ... *never* use the Boat again'.

Cordir looks over at Saran.

Cordir gets a black raven pinion feather quill pen from a bag of Nyx hide.
Cordir slashes the palm of her left hand with the quill.
Blood wells forth.

Cordir steps next to Saran, and kneels at his side.

Saran stands at the ready.

Cordir says, 'Where do you wish it placed, Saran?'.

Trakker looks at Saran.

Saran gestures to a bandage covering the center of his chest, where his heart once was.

Cordir nods, and stands on tip-toe.

Cordir dips the quill in the pool of blood.

Cordir quickly inscribes the arcs and slashes of the covenant ward.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen from thin air!
Cordir gives (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen to Saran.

Saran wears (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen as a decoration.

Talmud makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Talmud draws a funny looking rune on a stoney breastplate.

Ptarchyzk scribbles something on a stoney breastplate too.. just so he can feel useful.

Talmud says (in common), 'brb. Going to go mark a gear away from Ptar's trigger. Don't want to spam ;)'.

Trakker pokes Ptarchyzk in the ribs.

Saran thanks Cordir heartily.
Cordir smiles at Saran, and nods.

Talmud leaves north.
Ptarchyzk says (in common), 'I'll turn it off.. sheesh'.

Cordir closes her hand around the pool of blood.
There is a flash of light.
Cordir opens her hand, healed.

Talmud arrives from the north.

Trakker ftells, 'I'm sorry to hear about Ptar'.
Cordir ftells, 'As were we all.'

(Trakker gives several items to Ptarchyzk, who grumbles and hands them back.)

Ptarchyzk says (in common), 'there.'
Ptarchyzk says (in common), 'it's off.'

Talmud chuckles, evidently amused.

Trakker looks at Ptarchyzk.
Trakker says (in common), 'let me enchant that dagger then'.

Trakker nudges Ptarchyzk impatiently.

Trakker ftells, 'Beware Chosen, for the Anathema VHIRREK is lurking about.'
Trakker ftells, 'Beware Chosen, for the Anathema IBRAM is lurking about.'

Cordir says, 'Saran, is there anything you need?'.

Trakker looks at Saran.

.    A tall mummy stands before you, wearing the leathers of an explorer.
.    Where his head should be, there are no wrappings, only air and blue-
.    white light radiating from a lost soul. Clad in white leather, white
.    cloak, and white wrappings, the mummy exudes an aura of eternal, icy
.    calm, lowering the temperature around you with every passing minute.
.    The soullight crackles, and you see two 'eyes' of blue manifest amid
.    the luminous swirl where a head should be. As these 'eyes' gaze upon
.    you, you see the cerement bandages on the mummy's body shift ... and
.    see across nothing but air and light to the wrappings on the mummy's
.    backside. The wrappings do not lie upon a body ... they are the body
.    of this creature.

.    You peer closer, and see that the bandages are of exquisite quality.
.    Embroidered with ivory threads at their edges, inlaid with old pearl
.    carvings, and gilt with iridium sigils, the cerements themselves are
.    woven of the very greatest Cillidellian elfweave, magic itself. Blue
.    soulfire bleeds from within, flecked with red eruptions as it dances
.    across the iridium sigils. The sigils themselves are ancient and all
.    but unintelligible, the writing of a lost age. The same nine phrases
.    repeat many times across the body:

.         #=>= >=Z+Z +#= |^<*^^u
.         +#*Z= 0>= ^*+ T=0T,
.         #|<# <0^ =+=>^0/ /|=!
.         0^T |+# Z+>0^&= =*^Z,
.         =v=^ T=0+# w0X T|=!

          0/% 0 w0z= *E w*w=^+Z
.         =v=>X#=>= X*u +u>^ +*
.         P=&|^Z 0 ^= P=&|^^|^&
.         +* ^=v=> E|^T 0 E|^|Z#

Saran is in perfect health.

Saran is using:
<used as light> (Magical) (Glowing) the light of a lost soul
<worn on finger> (Magical) the noble amber ring
<worn on finger> (Magical) the scintillating mithril ring
<worn around neck> (Magical) the radiant citrine amulet
<worn around neck> (Magical) the thick ruby amulet
<worn on body> (Magical) a suit of padded leather
<worn on head> (Magical) a leather cap
<worn on legs> (Magical) a pair of quilted cloth breeches
<worn on feet> (Magical) a pair of animal hide boots
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of quilted cloth formal gloves
<worn on arms> (Magical) a pair of studded leather sleeves
<worn about body> (Magical) a padded cloth gown
<worn about waist> (Magical) an animal hide girth
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the glowing sea shell bracelet
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the ornate star sapphire bracelet
<wielded> (Magical) (Humming) a Mourning Star
<held> (Glowing) a camp award
<worn with pride> (Purple Aura) (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen

Saran says (in common), 'I have been ... quiescent too long ... the Rage builds ... I should ... hunt'.

Saran bows before Cordir.
Saran bows before Trakker.

Trakker bows before Saran.

Saran bows before Ptarchyzk.
Saran bows before Talmud.

Saran waves happily.

Talmud bows before Saran.

Saran leaves north.

(End Scene)

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