"She is Shiaaktavi when the Inspired speak through her. Chosen, Exalted, both words to refer to the ones that the Inspired use to speak to us. To lead us." explains Miira "She says that times are terrible. She doesn't want it. Shiaali is kind. Shiaaktavi is not."

Miira's explanation brings a frown to Kyne's face.

"Shiaali is a vessel?" He asks incredulously. "Is it even possible to separate her from Shiaaktavi?"

"We will provide you with equipment to prevent their bond to happen while you are extracting her. I can see " says the man as Seb starts to use her powers "That you are not without resources yourselves..."

Seb's eyes go white as she casts them across the bones. Gathering and rolling.

"Air and toil and suffering. What we seek will not come easy, we must bleed for it. And suffer. But earth over water, and the tower for knowledge. Yes. What we seek can be found this way." 

Kyne waits quietly while Seb performs her familiar ritual, before softly asking "...and the other?"

Seb chuckles.

"All roads must lead us there. Through the air. But the path is never easy. Pain, danger, they lead us the true way."

She laughs again as she falls sideways, looking at a spot past the ceiling, high in the night sky. The bird on her shoulder squawk at the sudden movement and takes off, circling the room before coming back to rest on her chair.

Seb cries out. " Oh, but he doesn't want me to see. The terrible thing over his head like the puppet master. Its terrible. I don't know it, but I must. Kyne, it is like before, when we would hunt them. But this is worse, terrible, beyond what we have seen. The danger is death, but I must know it. We should not meet the ambassador,yet I must understand it."

"Well that was... unexpected" says the man raising an eyebrown. 

Miira, on the contrary, seems really scared. 

"You got powers. You are alvatar " she is about to jump and run away when the man calms her down 

"You are safe you don't have to worry... " 

She stays put, but is clearly uncomfortable. 

"Mind to explain what was that about?" asks her Lyrandar friend.

     Hurosk glances around the bar nervously as Seb'riel goes into what most would think some mad fit on the floor. The half-orc grins at some nearby patrons that are looking on with concern. "Guess she can't hold her liquor to well, huh?" he offers as an excuse for the seer. He moves to help her to her feet. "C'mon now... Up we go," he says assisting the elf back to her chair.

    "Sounds like the people in charge over there aren't very nice," Hurosk begins after making sure Seb'riel is settled. He leans back in close and continues in a low voice. "So, if what Molly here tells us is true, then going to this dinner's with the Ambassador is not going to be a very good idea now that we know these plans of yours. I'm not very good at hiding what's on my mind." He taps a finger on his temple. "Also, since we're looking for some magical items, if the plan is to be a group of excavators then that may help us get close to what we're headed there for." He looks to the pair of Reidans. "I don't really care how we get in there, but if we can stick to these pricks, then I'm all for it." He raises his mug to the pair of Reidans and finishes its contents. 

Kyne nods in agreement.

"We go now. Quickly and quietly. Another encounter with the Chosen only puts everyone at risk."

Seb'riel sways where Hurosk places her, unseeing and dazed.

"To not meet the ambassador as agreed would be a great insult. We may earn his ire." She chuckles. "He might do terrible things to all of us."

"Maybe someone could kidnap us... disappear us... you know - the way he wants to?" Molly deadpans. "If we're disappeared, we can't be expected to make it to dinner."

Tandriel smirks

”That would be an excellent excuse but would put us, specially me, in a ver awkward position. And the points you’ve gained with my family could be reduced by that. I say we go and you decline his invitation in the best polite way. The Dragon is set to depart tomorrow so we can be airborne as soon as they leave and go to this other place. If that’s what you want to do.. “

Kyne gives Tandriel a bemused look.

"How are we supposed to both go to dinner and decline the invitation? Surely one precludes the other?"

“I meant. You go to the dinner and say you don’t go to Riedra and his aid is no longer needed. I don’t know we can pretend that Lyrandar House has injured you to chase the attackers if you want.” 

Kyne nods slowly in understanding.

"We will still need to guard our thoughts then. This will be challenging."

"It's not going to be easy" replies the man

"They cannot control thougths out of Riedra" adds the woman " Try to think in other things. Shiali teaches me. They do not find my plans to escape." she seems proud of that feat.

"So.. do we have an agreement?" asks the man incluiding Tandriel in his question. The Lyrandar waits for the party to answer him. 

Kyne glances from his companions to Tandriel, but it is clear that the elf has already made up his mind.

"The Chosen would have made for boring dinner conversation anyway," he quips holding out a hand to shake on the new plan.

The man nods and Miira clearly sighs in relief. 
“Tb an you” she says “ I cannot wait to be reunited with love” 

“You’ll find some equipment at her airship by the morning” says the man. “Along with the papers you’ll need to pose as anthropologists” he stands and nods “good luck tonight” 

Miira follows him and gives them a last hopeful glance before leaving the tavern.

”So... are we ready to go back to the Dragon for the dinner then?” asks Tandriel. 

"My presence at the dinner may be more hindrance than help, but I do not like the idea of leaving you to face the Riedrans..." Molly trails off, looking to Seb'riel for their objective analysis.

Seb continues to sway, unseeing into the distance. She wasn't always knocked out by her visions, but more and more now she was transported back to that place of addiction, torment and shame. She reaches out by instinct to grasp the bones from the table and scoop them clumsily into their leather bag. Her breaths come shallow and fast, as she tries to steady herself. Trying to take hold of a single thing to bring herself back to present she feels Molly's eyes upon her. She gasps, suddenly back in the room. Breathing returning to normal she considers the question.

"The meeting is to feel us out. He toys with us. We should toy back. Focus the mind on confusion, forget what we know. I would like to see the puppeteer in the light. Even if we remain in the shadows, we should be there, hidden when they hear we have been kidnapped. "

She bites her lip. "I need something though, Kyne, I need some money and perhaps one of you could come with me. I have not done this for myself before."