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Brethren wrote:

OOC: it kinda seems like we could time-skip the rest of the visit (there's a sapient species I haven't shown you but they don't live in Geiriskali), have goodbyes be said, maybe they promise to write sometimes . . . and then it would be really nice to see Martis' report at the temple.

OOC: Good idea.

One month later...

Martis stands on the docks, speaking to his Brethren friends. His month in Geiriskali has been fun as well as informative, as well as having provided several trinkets to compensate for his purse, now much lighter. However, it is time to return home, and Martis has booked passage on a merchant ship much like the one he came on back to a Kurikian port, and from there he will ride to Pakitsk and Võlatsk. "It grieves me indeed to leave you, Tikhon, but I cannot be away from my home forever."

He pulls out a small sketch he had drawn while preparing to leave. It is a drawing of the horse he is fond of, the great brown stallion at the temple stables which he raised from a colt. It's not particularly good, Martis being better as a storyteller than an artist, but there is still obvious love put into the task. "This, Tikhon, is a parting gift for you. Sórálàts, the horse whom I love, and whose name I thought you could not pronounce -- I have written his name, and its pronunciation in your letters, as best I could on the paper. I hope that you will keep this as a memento, and take it as gratitude for your hospitality. I can give little else now, but should you ever come to Pakitsk, ask simply for clan Avēlsk and you shall have a warm bed made ready." He smiles and hands the paper to Letwin before digging in his pouch for the gift he prepared for Asp.