Kirell returns to the Crimson Quarter with a gutted & skinned bear on one shoulder and a barrel of ale on the other. "I am glad to see the temple progressing nicely Ohren. Morzoth, I am sure that the Spirit of Arimir will be with you in the contest. You have erected a truly fitting Temple. Lets hope your horns & teeth won't be added to the decorations".
"I see our guests have begun arriving, and if I may say they look FABULOUS"! A HORNY Uordeq? Ohren you have truly out done yourself. In fury and mercy, nature is indiscriminate". As he turns to leave Kirell booms, "We will need more ale Glimmer. I will return shortly with three more barrels, but that should be enough to see you through the roasting of the bear".
Katri glances curiously at the Angori she doesnt recognise and shakes her head at Ohren again before turning to Glimmer, "Yes, your horns seemed to have turned around entirely, Miss Glimmer."
She looks at the bear and at Morzoth helping tend the spit and fire and continues on a moment later, "I suppose since I'm here, is there any thing I can help with?"
As Kirell returns to the Crimson Quarter carrying two barrels of ale, he can be heard debating to some unseen companion. "Conflict dwells within us all, and with each breath, we cast it out into the world. Embrace it. Allow your struggles to define you, and you will grow strong. Shrink from them in fear, and you invite your own doom. Only by facing yourself can you learn who you truly are." He pauses as if listening. "But the conflict they internalize is evidence of that. It is in no way diminished by the death of his followers". The Angori looks up at the goings on at the camp, then looks around as if surprised at his surroundings.
"There is one more barrel to retrieve from the tavern. That bear looked happier last time I saw him, but I must admit he certainly does smell better. I have to try to find some friends of mine, but I will return with the ale before the festivities begin". With that Kirell turns to leave, continuing his conversation as if uninterrupted. "I do understand your point, but they are one and the same. The conflict he experiences is no different than that experienced by any other. It is the manifestation of that conflict that is different".
Katri watches the unknown angori with slight intrigue. He seemed strange and a bit mad. She didn't ponder the thought long and broke into a grin when she realized what she could do to help the celebration of the completed crimson quarter. A slow grin spread across the Uordeq's face "You know. I do believe I know what I can do to help. How do you all feel about... Cookies?"
At the sound of the word "cookies," Glimmer turns her horns straight and yells to Katri. "KATRI! No tricky business Miss Stabby Pants! Cookies, yus. Special cookies, no."
Glimmer wonders quietly to herself if Kirell's inner turmoil may be with a certain crazy character she's met, or something far more deadly.
Ohren thinks for a moment and then a look appears on his face as if he just thought of something. He rushes into his hut. A lot of noise and banging around can be heard. When he emerges, He is wearing a Sash made out of Minks.
"I has been sabin dis since I started makeding de crimson quarker."
There is a large proud smile on his face.
"Now I has my chaman sash and is offichilly a chaman."
Ohren struts around displaying his three mink sash for all to see.
A little while later, a sweet smell of sugar and chocolate wafts in to the crimson quarter preceeding the small figure of a woman dressed in all black carrying a decent sized plate. On the plate there apear to be about 2 dozen cookies- half chocolate of them are chocolate and half of them are basic sugar cookies. She strolled easily in to the Quarter, seeming to ignore the horned headband she wore and approached Ohren- who it seemed had donned a new fur sash- and Glimmer.
"The cookies are here. Where shall I put them?" Her thick, Uordeqi accent drifted to the pair and she lifted the plate of cookies in a friendly gesture.
Glimmer strolls up slowly on Katri's heels, as she's just left the tavern. She eyes the plate of cookies and twitches. She quietly walks up behind Katri, reaches around her to the plate and grabs a handful of approximately 12 cookies. She then yanks them away from the plate and stuffs what she can in her mouth and dumps the rest in her pouch. She giggles and chokes a little on the cookies, and then swallows the rest whole. She then looks to Katri and says "I need some drink now. The cookies tried to choke me. Silly cookies." (RESIST POISON) Glimmer pulls her flask fher pouch and takes a long pull. "Now then Katri, I'll be taking the rest of those chocolate ones my dear."
Katri watches as Glimmer takes half the cookies and tries to eat them and laughs, dark eyes glinting in what may seem to be merriment. She turns and sets the plate on a nearby stump and turns back to ohren slipping two of each cookie into her own bag, "Well, ohren. Take one then."
She looks at Glimmer and gestures to the plate, "There they are. Take them if you want"
Glimmer looks at Katri with what appears to be a moment of understanding before taking the platter and dumping the rest of the cookies in her pouch. She then passes a small bag of candies to Katri and says "Be safe in your travels darling." Glimmer then flits quickly back to the road and walks out of the Crimson Quarter and then Jastrey all together.
Katri watches Glimmer leave with the cookies, hoping the fae would at least share them with some of the other townsfolk. She waited a few moments before turning back to Ohren. "There are more cookies in the Tavern if you would like some. I left half of what I made there."
She stretched her arms above her head and sighed. She had lingered too long already and it was high time she got moving out of town. She removed the horned headband and set it down by the plate that had once held her cookies. She looked around the crimson quarter once more and nodded to Morzoth and Ohren. "All things aside, you are welcome to what is left in the tavern. I, myself, believe it is time to get going. Try not to write too much on Jastrey while I am gone, Ohren. I hope you'll be able to write more when I return. I will see you all in the Spring."
With out waiting about, she drew up her hood and mask and left the Crimson Quarter to make her final stops before exiting Jastrey for her extended trip.
Glimmer looks down at the bear and scratches her head. She flits tot he edge of the woods and grabs several logs (one at a time) and begins constructing a crude rotating spit. Glimmer takes one more large log and eyes the bear. "Sorry Mister Bear. This is rude, but we're gonna eat you so I just gotta do it and get it done." At that, Glimmer stuffs the log up the bears behind. She struggles a bit, placing one foot firmly on the ground and both hands and her other foot on the log. She then starts dragging the bear by the log over to the spit. "Now to get you from down here to up there Mr. Bear." Glimmer begins trying to put one end of the log that is in the bear on one end of the spit. 'By Kirell's great ghost you are heavy Mr. Bear, yes you are." After several attempts involving following down and cursing wildly, Glimmer gets the bear up onto the spit. She lights a fire under it and plops down. If anyone looks to her, it appears her headband horns have....rotated. One being on her forehead and the other being on the back of her head. Her braids have fallen and she is muddy and bloody.