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[captainryan]

Ryan still hasn't gone home. He still doesn't know what he's going to do once he gets there, though some ideas are clearer than others. He's getting better at recognizing scents, though he hasn't tried to. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He's distracting himself with a radio he found. He has yet to find a station in English (or any other language he

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[homeless_pard]

"War..." a quite voice remarked from across the room. Khemrys had been headed outdoors once more, but a snatch of sound had caught her attention. Of course, then it had slid to gibberish again, but that had been a tongue of High Hallack! She wasn't versed in the war tongue, but even she could recognize a few words. And those few words...

...she felt her hands start to shake, so wrapped them tightly in her skirt. The better to hold up the bundle of berries therin and naught to do with childish fears at all! She could tell herself thus. "They were speaking of the Kolder. Do you know of them sir?"

[captainryan]

Ryan looks up at her.

"I'm afraid not," he says, turning the dial back to see if he can pick up the gibberish again. "Who are they?"

And who are you?

[homeless_pard]

"The Kolder..." she stood beside his table, skirts pooled thick about her legs as she thought on how best to answer that. "They were...a dark nightmare, Lord. A blight upon the land. Invaders that could send our own fallen against us...and such machines they had..." her voice held the natural cadences of a storyteller as she spoke. She'd only seen the aftermath of the fell things. "The words spoke of a fallen barony...one that had no heirs left alive to rebuild. I think you have brought forth ghosts of history..."

The radio failed to offer her anything further as it twiddled back and forth, but she still listened expectantly. "I am Khemrys, late come of Rhystead abbey Lord, forgive my rudeness in intruding." she swept as graceful (and belated) a curtsy as she could given the berries as she introduced herself.

[captainryan]

"Richard Ryan, and not at all. You've already deciphered more than I have. Perhaps it's a radio tuned to your world." He frowns a bit. "Or at least passes closer."

He's been through the stations twice, now, and still not heard anything of use.