Mm, and we can just... pay it forward, to stop us from losin' people.

[ a frown pulls at his expression for a moment, though, confounded by the question of how they'd do this. ]

I'm not smart enough for this kinda thing. But I'll think about it - maybe someone else'll have an idea. Or we can use the bulletin at the pyre... though I couldn't write a message, it'd be obvious it was me 'cause my handwritin' is awful.

[ blech. ]

Alright, so, there was this room? Just outta nowhere, when we were makin' our way back to the village, Thursday night. And we didn't have a lot of time to look at everythin', 'cause there were these voices comin' from the other side of a door - but there was so much. Things that you'd see in a scholar's collection.

[ he opens the box, and unwraps the object so that rondo can see them.

1. A small wooden box, with runes engraved into its cover. Inside is a torn-off wing. Even bisected from its body, it flaps on occasion, charged with some kind of pure, holy energy.
2. A glass keepsake bottle, plugged up tight with a cork. Inside is a very large, fossilized millipede with an overabundance of eyes, unmoving but unsettling to look upon.

i'm lazy here's the mod desc. ]