"And more importantly... Selinae said that you are an amazing painter and you may know the location of a windmill we are looking for. A painted windmill."

Kestrell raises an eyebrow "Painting, aye?  Do you ever do any portraits?"

"A windmill is an landscape Kestrell, not a portrait. That requires a person in it..."

Kestrell flips over so his knees are on the couch, then brings one leg forward, and one leg back, then pushes himself up on the arm of the couch, arching his back.

He turns his head to look at Phaedra.  "Yes, go on."

Phaedra huffs, folds her arms and looks away.

Chelyssa's face shows a full range of emotions, surprise at Kestrell's torrent of questions, thoughtfulness at Phaedra's question, then amusement at the interplay between the two. "Sel said you all were a handful at time." Chelyssa mutters just loud enough for you all to hear before continuing, "Sel was a curious kid, always trying to learn new things. She also always defaulted to the roll of protector, keeping her friends safe as best she could. I don't know what her favorite desert is anymore but as a child she loved this sponge cake I used to make that was dipped in chocolate and then rolled in the shavings of whatever fruit was in season. Best place for a walk is the park two blocks west. I have heard of a cobbler called White. His shop moved a while back though, not sure where to. Coffee in the morning, tea throughout the day. And I'm more of a cake person."

Taking a deep breath Chelyssa looks to Phae, "There are only a few windmills in town anymore and none are painted. Are you sure you're looking for a painted windmill, though? I ask because one of the windmills in town is owned by a woman who was an amazing painter. It is said that her work was so lifelike that it would even move on the canvas at times. She suffered a horrid breakup some years ago and has become quite reclusive, never leaving her windmill, no longer selling her paintings."

As Kestrell poses on the couch Chelyssa starts to laugh. About that time, Selinae and her father return with drinks and some sort of snack mix.

"Looks like we're missing all the fun" Bradbury says to his daughter.

"That has to be it, I new it had to be something more cryptic...where is Elon. We need to go round him up, get the Gazer head and the other two and head to the painters windmill."

Looking over at Chelyssa, "Do you remember the name of the painter?"

Chelyssa looks to her husband, "Dear what was the name of that painter what did those amazing still life portraits? The one that lived in the windmill."

"Was that Riola?" he responds

"No, Riola lived over in the sea ward. This one lived in the southern ward, in the windmill."

"Hmm... was that Kalain?" Bradbury asks

"Yes! Thank you." Looking back to the Phae, "Her name was Kalain."

Selinae quickly wiped her eyes, disguising it as a yawn then squeezed her dads hand in thanks and smiled at her Mum.

" I hope Kestrell hasn't talked your ear off."

Sel's parents smile lovingly back at her as her mom says, "Oh he tried, but I've been married for a long time. I'm used to men asking silly questions. Now, I'd love for you all to stay but I'm betting you're in a hurry let me just say stay safe, watch one another's backs, and come back soon."

" Southern Ward. Windmill. Kalain."

" Thankyou so much."

She fixed her father with a look and nodded thanks.

Then hugged her Mum and headed for the door.

The party leaves Sel's parents place and follows the directions they were given. They arrive near a windmill in the early evening. The building has certainly seen better days and you don't notice anyone near it.

Elon, as you've kept a watch on the windmill you've seen that most folks don't get too close to the place as they walk past. So it's pretty easy for you to spot your team when they approach.

Elon makes his way over to the group before they get too close and motions them to somewhere inconspicuous.

"Great that you finally show up. No one comes or goes from the place except an illusken priest. He talks to a frazzled, paranoid looking woman. I think he gives a password to enter. Everyone in the area avoids the mill like a plague."

" Good to see your ok.", Selinae said to Elon.

" Ilusken Priest? What would they be doing here?"

Phaedra gives Elon a node, "Good to see you holding down the fort. Haven't we meet some Ilusken's before while looking into this tangled web?"

Silver just listens as Elon debriefs them "Any idea how to get that password then?"

"Can we capture the priest and make him talk? Pha, what do you think?" He ask purposefully avoididing eye contact with Silver.

" I could just go and talk with Kalain......or Phaedra could?"

"I am always happy to... if that is what you want?"

"Not that I have it memorized now but... if we come back another day I could simple use command on them and get them to tell me the password, or even just to let us in? That not that helpful then is it."

"Could someone get close enough to hear them say the password?"