Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25908355-20150705200350/@comment-25908355-20150709154736

Iolite leaves the ship and enters the spire. Once there, she notices a hooded figure.

Figure: Greetings, traveller.

Iolite draws her weapon.

Iolite: Who are you?

Monk: I am just one of the spire's last monks.

Iolite stares at him in awe for a brief moment. Sard used to tell stories about monks as 'gems of higher enlightment'. The sheer fact that she had the chance to meet one was daunting.

Iolite: Pardon me..

She puts her weapon back in her gem.

Monk: All is well, traveller. I heard that you are here to heal a friend.

Iolite: Yes, how did you know that?

Monk: I know lots of things. Now, hand me the corruption and healing water, along with Sard.

Iolite: Thank you so much.

Monk: Our bonds are of nature, and require no graditude.

Iolite hands him Sard's gem along with the water.

Monk: Wait here, while I continue with the steps.