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At the very least, it didn't seem like Timmy had suffered any serious injury, as far as Raki could tell. Still, how did he end up in there? it was a decently large hole, not something one would just accidentally walk into. Though to be honest, Raki was sorely lacking in experience in regards to large, rocky pits near home. Maybe it was just something that happened normally. Had he been pushed? slipped? Found something on the bottom? Before he could ask any further question, his attention was yanked away. "Ah! Another one!" "Wha..." Raki turned his head, following the direction the girl was pointing at, all the way behind himself. 'Another what?' “W-Who are you? I-I don’t recognize you, and Tsetseg doesn’t either, which means…are you…” "I..." “…a bad guy?” 'Ok, but what do you mean with "another"?' "Nononono, wait." Raki put his hands forward, as the situation he was in dawned on him. Things were going quite badly with remarkable haste. The man in heavy armor and the girls with the animal pelt had yet to move. But he really didn't want to start a fight. Was this what awaited him had he been found out earlier? Man, this village was scary. Luckily for him, Timmy came to the rescue immediately after, vouching for him to the group. If that wasn't enough, both Icleias and Lassie joined the chorus. Raki knelt to pet the two for a moment. "It's the second time today that you two get me out of trouble." Was he ever so glad that the barking he had followed had indeed been from the two. “Ohhh, s-so you’re not a bad guy then. Sorry, I, uhh, well, can never be too careful, right?” Raki relaxed as well, as the militia girl's hand left her sword. "Well, I'm glad it's all fine now" He stood back up, eyeing the other girl "I... think? Anyway, how did you end up in there Timmy? No, wait. First, how do I get you out of there..." “Eyo Raki, where’s uhh…Gonnafaceya? Cuz ah’m thinkin’ this’d be a mite easier if’n she were ‘ere.” "Gonaf... Oh yeah. I suppose she could help... I hope." The Isaurian lifted his gaze, towards the forest. Nothing in sight. "I did tell her to wait in hiding, away from the village. If I know her..." he brought up his hands around his mouth, facing up. "PHASIA!" Nothing happened. Well, they wouldn't have to wait for too long until she arrived there. Probably. In the meantime, he turned towards the group out of the pit. "Anyway, I've been already introduced, but I'm Raki, nice to meet you. Uhh... Timmy has been helping taking care of me for the last tennight here... Oh." He stopped, as he remembered that it was supposed to be still a secret. Sure, they were Timmy's friends from what he understood, but if they weren't in the group of villagers that already knew about him, maybe he wasn't supposed to say that part. "Er, it's alright if they know, Timmy?"

It's All Coming Together In moments, Kitt found himself getting nearer and nearer to the pair...almost like how Olivander got around with his fast paced nature. Nevertheless, Kitt finally made his way to the Watchdog of Hinder, seeing him finish speaking with Joy. He took Olivander by the arm and pulled him away for a moment. "We need to talk...now..." he said sternly, trying to stay composed. Confused, Olivander obliged. "Pardon us," he said to Joy. "You look like you've seen a spirit," Olivander said once they were out of earshot of Joy. "What is it?" Kitt looked at his ally and with the sternest look possible, began. "I think I know what's going on. Think for a moment...what did Joy say earlier? What are they worshiping?" "She said they're not worshiping anything. It's just that they're... performing... ", OIivander's eyes began to narrow. He gritted his teeth and stared into Kitt's face. "It's happening again, isn't it?" "Looks like you remember..." Kitt nodded, glancing over his shoulder. "It's more just heavy similarities, but at the same time...remember, this isn't the first time this specific style of worship has been had...and if my hunch is correct...they aren't worshiping anything...nothing but oblivion, just like Simon." He paused, finally saying the name. Kitt remembered the last encounter the two of them as well as Simon endured. While the memory of Olivander beheading Weatherson played once more in his mind, he continued. "I know not why this seems to be reminiscent of our prior engagement at Galatea...all I do know is that we need to converse with Hinder and Taros...together, at the same time. Perhaps they may have something to shed on this...because I'm sure Joy isn't 100% in tune with her connection with the deity if this is happening." Olivander nodded, feeling defeated. "Then I failed the first time. Which means my tactics won't work here again. That's fine with me. I'll follow your lead. The sooner we converse with Taros and Hinder, the sooner we'll learn something about oblivion. But Kitt," Olivander tried to express quietly. "If oblivion can fashion entire false villages, what kind of destruction can it cause? We only got a taste of it on Galatea. If an entire village feeds it, can you imagine the repercussions?" He balled his fist. "For now, I will stay my hand. But you know all too well what I'm willing to do if it means stopping this." "Hence why I never mentioned to you staying your hand...I learned from my mistake and outburst that day." Kitt nodded, sighing heavily. "As for what this oblivion is and what it does...I know not...but if it's a combination of this oblivion and inevitable end to everything they worship and it somehow correlates to the emergence of the language of the gods, then there's no telling...after all tat҉ib͠us̨ seems to be the cause of this...so I'm unsure. Regardless...this time..." He paused, looking down at the floor before exhaling once more, seeming lost in his memories... "Reason? You want to discuss reason when the only thing keeping Simon alive is my very patience? And then you patronize me and use my god's words in vain. Here is your reason, Watchdog of Taros. Simon has gotten people killed simply by tongue. He has opened his mouth to speak and has brought down oppression on the people of this city. They now lie in wait to find out if he will continue to freely plague them and speak the blasphemous teachings that have gotten one too many of them killed! I've watched too many men with evil intentions turn into kings and tyrants who oppress their people and leave them to die. I will not watch it happen again!" Those words haunted him as he spoke out of line...and made that outburst, even patronizing Hinder's own words to him...even when he wasn't trying. Then Kitt stared back at Olivander, coming back to reality. "This time I won't hesitate to do what needs to be done...not like I did last time." "Then I have your back. Lead the way, my friend," Olivander answered simply. With a nod, Kitt moved away from Olivander and prepared to make his way to the temple...it may not have been what it was made to be...but it was the dwelling place of the deities regardless. Oddly enough, something else dropped into his being...another thing he most likely would have to address... He glanced back at Olivander, who was following him and simply sighed. Perhaps...now is the time to make mention of it... he thought, making sure his ally was keeping up with him. "Olive...remind me when we get to the temple proper...that I may need to tell you something else. I suppose, if we're working together in unison on this...then I may need to bring something up..."