Their rendezvous was swift, although Roen had entered the Pillars through a route circumventing the mob as an equally swift reminder that Kasrjin's sense of direction in this labyrinthine city was less than accurate. They were a safe distance away from the shouting protestors, and yet the indignant chants could be heard clearly from where they were standing.
Kasrjin's concerns about the riot melted away almost instantaneously in the wake of Roen's information. It made sense, then. Somehow, these Redeemers knew about the ancient peoples who had also constructed Karaad-El on Othard and how the keystone functioned...and more importantly, if the Xaela's inference was correct, then Kaizhan had succeeded in his mission but was murdered before he could return.
If Kaizhan had the keystone, and if the keystone truly required a second half to operate. There was simply no way to be certain, but operating under the assumption that he did was Kasrjin's only lead to finding the truth behind the death of his kin. "If what you say is true," he murmured, "then it is possible that they are responsible for this disruption as well. If their goal is marred by this peace, then they would do all they can to break the peace."
Instinctively, the Au Ra patted the secured bag on his waist that held the hemisphere of black obsidian. It would be safer elsewhere, but intuition told Kasrjin that he could not let the keystone off of his person for a second. Keeping it on him simply meant that there was no room for failure.
"Then this 'marquis'. We must acquire information from him. We know when and where to strike." Emerald eyes shimmered at the paladin in front of him with curiosity. The end was in sight.
Kasrjin's concerns about the riot melted away almost instantaneously in the wake of Roen's information. It made sense, then. Somehow, these Redeemers knew about the ancient peoples who had also constructed Karaad-El on Othard and how the keystone functioned...and more importantly, if the Xaela's inference was correct, then Kaizhan had succeeded in his mission but was murdered before he could return.
If Kaizhan had the keystone, and if the keystone truly required a second half to operate. There was simply no way to be certain, but operating under the assumption that he did was Kasrjin's only lead to finding the truth behind the death of his kin. "If what you say is true," he murmured, "then it is possible that they are responsible for this disruption as well. If their goal is marred by this peace, then they would do all they can to break the peace."
Instinctively, the Au Ra patted the secured bag on his waist that held the hemisphere of black obsidian. It would be safer elsewhere, but intuition told Kasrjin that he could not let the keystone off of his person for a second. Keeping it on him simply meant that there was no room for failure.
"Then this 'marquis'. We must acquire information from him. We know when and where to strike." Emerald eyes shimmered at the paladin in front of him with curiosity. The end was in sight.
