Huginn's Message

The acolyte looked up from his meditation. “Most Felusians do not visit our circle unless they have want of something. That does not necessarily invalidate the want.”
“I have no want. I have need. I need to contact a friend.” Huginn said trying to express the weight of his desire.
“Does Fe’sania watch you?” the acolyte asked.
Huginn answered confidently, “He does.”
The man laughed, then walked over. “We will see.” He approached, then abruptly put his palm on Huginn’s forehead. He tilted his head. “Something watches you, whether its the father or not, I cannot say for sure. The vision of the other is clouded, many. It follows you. Or you it…” He removed his hand. “Tell me about your friend, and why this message is important. I will need to know, if it will be sent. I will tell no other. The response will be yours alone to hear.”
Huginn’s response seemed urgent. “My people are being killed. He is the only other person that might be able help.”
“Your friend, what makes him unique to you?” The acolyte seemed more calm than Huginn.
“He was…is?, my boss.” Having been out of the loop for four years, Huginn had no idea what had become of MEAD.
“A powerful identifier, if temporal. Anything about him, his spirit. How would E’phese recognize her son?” The acolyte’s eyes closed as he started focusing.
“He is honest, mostly. He believes in freedom and friendship. He disguises himself for the safety of others.” Denny was more complex than Huginn could express.
“He seems to be…connected to something.” The acolyte paused as if to focus more. “Is the disguise physical, or is it something his spirit wears?”
“Name only, unless I missed something.” Was the duke hiding something? Weren’t we all hiding something…Huginn though to himself.
“That should be enough. I cannot promise anything, but I will help you.”
“Thank you.” Huginn said with some relief.
“Are you familiar with meditation practices?”
Huginn gave a hearty laugh “I think so.”
“And I assume you can read Telisian.”
“…Yes?” Awaking from the previous four years had granted him an understanding of the Telis language anyway.
“Follow me.” He took Huginn to a small shrine, there seemed to be many. They were mostly meditation rooms, quiet except Huginn’s armor and weapons.
“When you have your message, we will recite the spell together.”
Huginn took a deep breath. “I’m ready.” “Executions? Rebellion? I’m headed to Riverwell to try and stop whatever is going on. I need to make sure my parents are safe. I’m alive.”
“You will only know if the message reached him if he replies, or if he even knows to. May the Father guide his hand” the acolyte gave Huginn some semblance of hope in their parting.
“Thank you. How can I repay you?” Huginn inquired.
“Someday, you can return to us something we may need. We survive by helping each other.”
“I already owe the Telis a debt I can never repay.” Huginn was headed for Riverwell.

Huginn's Message

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