As I returned from my Inner Sanctum, I heard the sound of a nearby conversation taking place. It seemed that the rest of my allies had been using this time in a similar fashion, reflecting on our recent trials and trying to parse our new scenario into our preexisting goals. I sat against a wall, Adon perched immediately to my right in similar fashion, and Leech to my left, at the doorway leading into the bedchamber where Laurence now rested to recover his strength.
Leech had been busy molding chits of obsidian into small, removable pieces of darksteel which would wrap around the outer edges of his existing blade like a segmented shell, increasing its length, breadth, and heft. In his short time with S’zeves V’destrii, he had learned how to focus on his sword and draw the blade back into his hand when it has found itself separated from him. He intended to create a belt of these darksteel shards which would, in similar fashion, spring forth from the belt and attach themselves unerringly to the surface of his sword. It seemed as if at least a portion of his work had been accomplished, though there was a bit of refining to be done. It had to be said, that blade was a bit unwieldy, now. Not being a swordsman myself, I had no place to advice the lad, but I think he needs to add another ten inches to the handle in order to grasp and heave the edge more efficiently.
Across the room from me, Elosian, in his Lord Niska guise, sat and heard a recounting of our adventures in coming to Glyph, through the dubious, often erroneous strains of the minstrel band, Rageferno. He acted delighted, but I could see something else in his body language. Adon, whose concentration broke due to a wailing note on Amducias’s guitar, saw the same thing in Elosian that I did. It was shame. As he heard all that we endured to reach him, with some… factually flawed artistic license by Amducias and his bandmates, we could see that beneath his false bravado (part of his Niska act, no doubt), Elosian felt humbled by the great lengths and sacrifices we had to overcome on the way here, and indeed, for every moment since crossing the threshold of the Hellryft five months ago.
Five months… that’s a decade in our world. We have been gone from Materia for ten years…