Arkeim doesn’t seem to care. Instead of drawing any kind of weapon, he kneels before Sheerow.

”I have come to deliver a message from Elro in the Undeath.”

"I'm sorry?!" She almost screams, catching herself before her voice can raise another octave and dynamic range. "I'm sorry?" She repeats, quieter this time. "This has to be a joke. She's dead. Dead as a doorknob. Dead like we were just yesterday. She can't talk."

Akyan almost stops Sheerow and the elf, but manages to hold back. Sheerow can take care of herself. However, once the door is closed, he stands next to it. Arms crossed, impatiently waiting for them to be done.

"I don't like this," Rieka says to Akyan, putting on her earrings, having taken them off for the night. "Maybe I'm high strung, but nothing good ever comes from strangers asking to speak to people in private." 

“Which is why Elro has contacted me from her restful peace. She’d like you to know something that you may already know: that Aaron Firehand must be stopped. I would tell this to your clone, but Las Aminour is under a lockdown.”

"I don't like this either," Akyan growls, "I don't like what that Firehand did either... Should never have trusted him. I don't even know what's going on at this point. Where did that devil send us? I don't believe for a second that he actually killed us, but still. Where was that place? Gah! It doesn't matter."

He looks back at the door, "It doesn't sound like they are having any issues, but i still don't like it. If they stay in there much longer, then I will make a link with Sheerow to make sure nothing bad is happening."

"Yeah, I got that part," She huffs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Gears start turning in her head, and she's thinking what to do with this information and what to do about it. For the first time she meets his eyes, scrutinizing and picking at everything about him, the situation, the words that came out of his mouth. When she speaks next, the sarcasm has changed to a harsh neutral tone. "How am I supposed to know that you're not pulling this out of thin air? That she really reached out to you? And that she reached out to you, but couldn't tell me?"

Arkeim pulls a hammer out of his satchel, and hands it to Sheerow. It has Elro’s symbol on it.

”Elro is banned by the Beyonder to tell you directly. And you have no reason to distrust me, because you also have no reason to trust me. Ahahahahahaha!”

"Oh." She considers the hammer for a second. "Honestly, I'm still not completely convinced. It feels like I've seen random objects with her forge symbol one too many times for it to continue to have merit. But, I'll believe you... for now." She continues thinking, still having not reached a satisfying conclusion in her head. "Why is Elro banned to speak with me by the Beyonder? Did she tell you anything else, like a clue for how do defeat Aaron?" Maybe we should steal back his 'precious familiar,' she thinks, the sarcasm creeping back in. "Or where he is, how he's operating, what his goals are? I'm gonna need a lot more than that to start."

“Aaron’s clone has merged with the host, so the only way to strike is with your clones. You must stop him before November the Sixth.”

"...You lost me. What do you mean by 'the host?' Where and how do we strike? When? If Las Aminour is on lockdown, how are we supposed to get close to him? How do we relay this information to our clones?" A small goblin comes briefly to mind. She shakes it away. "I know what happens on the Sixth of November," curse you ghost, for getting that stuck in my head, "but what does that have to do with Aaron? What's dangerous about the Sixth of November, other than the obvious?" She's on a roll (not a good one), and is starting to get a more anxious the more questions she asks. She throws her hands up to her head, burying them into her snowy hair. Her voice is almost at yelling volume, getting more animated every second. "And where even are we? What day is it? How far are we from Las Aminour, or from where we were in that stupid little bar yesterday?" Giving an almost explosive exhale, she forces herself to calm down. "Listen." Her voice reduces to a growl. She moves closer and closer to the kneeling figure, lips pressed together into an angry white line. "I doubt Elro would tell you that little information, if she's staying peacefully in death like I really, really hope she is---if she's not under duress. She was always very, very straightforward and specific. So you're telling me everything you know. Now."

(can I include an intimidation check or something? Intimidation: 8)

Awoken by the constant nearly-yelling volume coming from a room nearby, Xo's eyelids struggle to stay open for long. He drags his large hand over his face and then rubs his eyes. After entering a sitting position, he wearily grabs his worn-out backpack from the corner of the bed frame. He then noisily gets himself prepared for the day by brushing his teeth, polishing his claws, and equipping his accessories.

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"...You lost me. What do you mean by 'the host?' Where and how do we strike? When? If Las Aminour is on lockdown, how are we supposed to get close to him? How do we relay this information to our clones?" A small goblin comes briefly to mind. She shakes it away. "I know what happens on the Sixth of November," curse you ghost, for getting that stuck in my head, "but what does that have to do with Aaron? What's dangerous about the Sixth of November, other than the obvious?" She's on a roll (not a good one), and is starting to get a more anxious the more questions she asks. She throws her hands up to her head, burying them into her snowy hair. Her voice is almost at yelling volume, getting more animated every second. "And where even are we? What day is it? How far are we from Las Aminour, or from where we were in that stupid little bar yesterday?" Giving an almost explosive exhale, she forces herself to calm down. "Listen." Her voice reduces to a growl. She moves closer and closer to the kneeling figure, lips pressed together into an angry white line. "I doubt Elro would tell you that little information, if she's staying peacefully in death like I really, really hope she is---if she's not under duress. She was always very, very straightforward and specific. So you're telling me everything you know. Now."

(can I include an intimidation check or something? Intimidation: 22)

Oh no. Realizing just how outwardly frustrated she's gotten, Sheerow takes a few deep breaths and gets a hold of herself. "Sorry. This all feels very overwhelming, considering things that I thought would stay in my past are resurfacing very quickly. Also, my friends and I were betrayed by the person who hired us, died, and then possibly resurrected all in the same day. Thank you for telling me all this. Now if you don't mind, I'll be telling my friends what you just told me, unless you'd like to do so yourself." She inhales and exhales once more and opens the door of the bedroom, motioning for Akayan and Reika (and Xo, if he's outside) to come in. She looks apologetic. "Oh, and one more thing, Arkiem. Where is Castle Aminour?"

Castle Aminour is in the center of Las Aminour. Allow me to give you a map.”

(Use this link to access the map. Thanks to Dave’s Mapper.)

https://kanka.io/en-US/campaign/142543/maps/42956

(The link doesn't work for me.)

Rieka comes in warily. "Is everything alright, Sheerow? I heard shouting."

Akyan is going to try to open the door. "Sheerow? Is everything alright?"

(Yeah Aaron, the link's not working.)

"Everything's okay. The shouting was me, I got frustrated but everything is fine now. Sorry." She takes another deep breath, mentally organizing the information she is going to give to the other two. "Okay. Arkiem told me that Elro, my late mentor, and I were in a vision he had. What he's telling me is that we have to go over to Castle Aminour and confront Aaron because---I think---either he is going to be the target of an attack or he's going to attack someone else on the Sixth of November. Also he thinks," she jerks a thumb in Arkiem's direction, "that Aaron thinks that one of us is the Rightful Queen, and that's why he killed us yesterday, and that's another reason for why we have to go to Castle Aminour and confront him. Which we can only do with our clones, because Las Aminour is on lockdown for some reason. Also he gave me this," she holds up the hammer, that she had previously set down on the floor. "Which has the same symbol that was on the bottle we found at the tavern, and that's Elro's forge symbol. I have never seen this hammer, or the bottle before." She pauses. "I think that's it. I hope that's it because my brains feel like they're about to explode. Any questions?"

"I have one," Xo says, after closing the door to his own room. "Err, what is going on?" He equips his sheild onto his arm as he stomps down the hallway toward the rest of the group. "In simple terms, I mean. Oh, good morning by the way," he says with a straight face combined with a small grin, knowing he is probably just being annoying.