The Forgotten Wish

Sylvia listens intently to Oren helpfully explaining a few things, though it seems it likely leaves her just as confused as everyone else is. While Oren does ask whether magic is coming back just to see if she might know something useful, he does recall that one of the first things Comedy gave away was that there was recently some kind of "surge" of magic from the North, which allowed all this crazy stuff to happen in the first place. Something that has happened in the past, but will inevitably run out once again.

"...That's a joke, right? It's not funny if it is! But... It feels like just yesterday that..."

"You're gonna do something about it, right?"

She starts flailing at Rick's continued refusal to let her go, though not doing much good against her bonds.

"What more do you even want me to say?! I already promised I wasn't going to run off! I don't even have anywhere to run off to!" she says, her kicking and tone equal parts frustration and desperation.

Rick considers the little fae swinging around.

"Rick will release Sylvia if Sylvia makes a...pact with Rick! Sylvia will swear to Rick on Sylvia's lord that Sylvia won't try and run away."

He looks down at her expectantly.

Oren narrows his eyes at Rick when he starts talking about a pact.  Not a look of disapproval, more a look of...'you are more shrewd than you let on'.  

He then waits to see what the lady has to say to that offer.  As he waits, he wanders over nearer to the new elf in the party.

The sprite seems a little grouchy, but responds none the less to Rick's demand.

"I already promised, didn't I? Isn't that the same? Pacts aren't our style! But if that's what it takes,"

"I swear, upon my lord, may he cut off my wings should I break it, that I will not run away."

"Or fly away?  Or any type of going away?"

Ricks like he is about to cut her loose then stops when Oren adds his bit, he smiles toothily at Oren before looking expectantly down to Sylvia.

Sylvia squirms. 

"Hey, we already finished the pact! You can't go changing it now! Breaking it will get my lord to give you ten years bad luck and to make everything you eat taste slightly of cabbage!"

The sprite grumps.

"Beside, what you take me for, some kind of devil? If you get too specific I'm not gonna be able to move because it'd be considered away movement! How about this. I promise to not try and flee or do anything that could be considered abandoning you guys, long as you don't try and hurt me in turn! "

Oren shrugs and looks at Rick, "I guess that'll be ok.  I guess I'm just leery about promises and how things are worded ever since your Comedy used words to steal Rick's name for a bit.  Very sneaky....word magic."

Rick shivers at the mention of his name being taken.

On his assessment of the promise and Oren's okay, he releases her.

"Sylvia is now in a pact with Rick, and Rick promises Rick will not hurt Sylvia as long as Sylvia doesn't try to hurt Rick."

"Well, some of us do want to see if we can bring back more magic, yes, but it's not like there's that much we can really do other than try to learn about this 'ley' stuff.  After all, even your lord accepted that there was no way to restore it."

Sylvia flutters free with relief, wings sprawling to come flitting about in the air... Though she drags the cloth with her to form a bit of a covering, and she makes sure to angle herself so she's generally faced away from the group at large. As promised, she makes no showing of trying to flee.

"That does sound like a thing my lord would do, being fair..." she says to Oren's mention of Rick's name being stolen, before turning back toward the Tabaxi in question.

"But yes, I'll... Join your party. Just don't expect me to do anything egregious! This is all way more stressful than the fun sauntering I should be doing. Do any of you have a needle and thread?"

She seems to think a moment over what Khond says, too.

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"Ley... That's what the elves call purified raw magic, right? Well, purified to their standards. I think my lord never did like them forcing such order on inherent chaos."

"But what do you mean even HE said that? He always has some kind of plan! He's probably just pulling some kind of trick! There's got to be SOMETHING-"

Breldo is regretting more and more joining up with this crew... wanting to bring back magic? What nonsense...

He does however, have the requested needle and thread, and digs them out of his pack before extending them to the little naked person.

((Figured he'd have them for repairing clothes and the like. Mercenary soldiers can't be in the habit of buying new clothes just cause of a little rip or tear.))

The little creature that is clearly using some kind of smoke and mirrors to make all this happen gladly takes the tools, oversized for her frame but more than happy to make do. 

"I'll just need a few moments to do something, I think. Don't mind me, I'm gonna go over there. Don't peek!"

Breldo faces away, but has his ears trained for signs of her fleeing... or attacking.

Rick shudders at the thought of someone wanting to peek.

"Rick wonders what to do next? Rick is pretty tired of this place now, maybe back to the the village?"

While the others had continued their conversation with Sylvia, Asimi had remained silent. Staring blankly at the ground as shameful, if not alien, memories danced in her head. While unable to fully comprehend them, they felt... Wrong.

Finally snapping herself out of it, her eyes darted around before locking onto Slyvia just long enough to register she should look away. Sighing, she spoke up, "As far as any of us are aware... He has no plan. We know where his corpse is but... What good it'll do is unknown."

Sylvia pokes her head from behind the tree she's using as rudimentary cover while fashioning some clothes.

"What do you mean corpse?! He's a titan! He CAN'T die!"

"...Right..?"

Rick shrugs in Sylvia's direction.

Sylvia eventually returns from her little patch job, the toga-like cloth not exactly the best product either man or fae has ever made, but it works for covering her up, and she gratefully returns the needle and thread to Breldo.

"Now then, we are heading for this supposed corpse, right? It has to be some kind of prank on their part!"