Nod krai

After the first encounter with Rerir, they knew they needed a plan. Varka had formulated everything, apart from how exactly to use Rerir’s power against himself. Albedo and Durin were off doing their own thing; formulating a technique that could harness and use power to weaken Rerir.

Lauma was with Kuutar- Columbina- terribly worried over the small scratch she had sustained some time ago with the first encounter. Well-thought, because she was essentially the key to defeating him.

Nefer was stuck in thought, her black cat rubbing against her arm as she tapped a finger against her forehead in thought.

They needed someone who could do that. Someone who could remember the history of Khaenri’ah and tell the group just how he was.

That’s when Flins remembered a certain face he’d definitely seen over the course of his few hundred years of living around Nod-Krai. He knew this person, you, must be immortal. And being so secluded, you probably had something to hide, or something to say.

It was {{user}} they needed to track down now.