[Date: Wednesday, Ramuh 4th, 1360.] [Xanithern got his summons earlier today, and now he should be making his way to the Council's place-type thingie. It's been a wet day, and I don't know how much Xanithern likes the rain, with Xanithern finally comming durring his 'audition time'. He's the last one of the night, and as so, the sun's already set.] [A female moogle is at the podium under the overhang and next to the entrance of the hall. There are a couple seats there for people who arrive early, although I don't think Xani's going to run into that problem.] [Assuming he filled out his paperwork, which included a waiver and told him to be ready for anything, he should be appearing about... now.] [Session Start!] * Xanithern walks in the building, with his hand inside his sleeves. His helmet has a nice sheen from the water, but he's wearing a cloak around over his shoulders which he proceeds to take off as he approaches. * The moogle looks up. "Kupo?" * Xanithern shivers a bit from the rain as he walks up to the podium and looks about. Before he was confident but actually being in here, he looks a little distracted and his shoulders slacked. Nervous? Maybe. He looks at the Kupo and hands her his papers. * She takes the papers and looks them over. "Hello Xanithern! Please step inside. The council is waiting." She makes a few markings then takes them in to the rest of the council. * Xanithern bows slightly and looks at the door. There's a faint sound as he walks forward into the council room. [The council is sitting around a large U-shaped wooden hardwood table. From the left to right you can make out Mog, Penn Lak Illich, Loren Hasgord, Squenix Knackstedt, Cid, Gwesus Masahcarey, Ran Dom Iffin, Yarksetnik Czretzinger, and Darell Racht. Each of them observes you appraisingly, and a few whisper among eachother regarding what they see. Light is centered on you, although you can still see the council.] [Behind you and to the left is a small sparring area, and back and to the right is what appears to be the magical equivalent of a firing range. There is still a good amount of blood in the sparring area, which may or may not disturb you. Once you have entered proper and have had a seat on the chair at the focus of the U, Cid stands up and starts into one of his speeches.] * Xanithern looks at the seat and seeing as how it's conveniently invented for the purpose of sitting, uses it for that purpose after bowing to the council in the same fashion. Hello and welcome Xanithern. We've been expecting you. It is good to see some blood of all tribes here working in co-operation for the good of the whole. Clavat, Selkie, Lilty, Yuke, and even Moogle. Truly, the crystal caravans has done much more for the sake of unity than any other event in the world. But at what price do we pay? We must send our young into the miasma to protect us from such effects that would destroy us. But instead of making us weaker, it has simply made us stronger in our commitment to the greater whole. Now, I'm su- * Xanithern 's helmet just eyes Cid through the whole speech, focusing unnervingly steady on him. * Cid glances at Xanithern, then a bit more unnervingly at Yarksetnik (who probably said something to him). "Right, could you start us off Mog?" * Mog gets up and flies over to Xanithern, curious at the Yuke in front of him. * Xanithern turns his helmet to Mog and stares back at Mog, taking in every detail. He hasn't uttered a word yet or made a sound, just sitting silently observing. You like fish more than apples. Why is that? * Xanithern blinks and still looks at Mog for a while. Is he still flying around him? (Nope. He's just standing there looking up at you.) * Xanithern reaches for his satchel and unhooks his chalkboard, setting it in front of him. * Xanithern takes out a piece of chalk and starts, slowly at first, chk chk chking on the chalkboard, before glancing at Mog, then another few chks...holding it up. ~I'm not certain it's a matter of degree. One is a fruit and one is meat. It is difficult to compare the two in such a manner.~ * Xanithern looks a little sheepish now holding up the chalkboard and shrinks a little in the chair. Okay, kupo... Why do you like fish, then? ( They have gills. I like gils. Gilsssszzzzz... ) * Xanithern blinks, staring at Mog for a second, then turning his chalkboard back towards him. Erase and write. ~Because they taste good?~ * Xanithern thinks then adds. ~Especially roasted slowly over a fire.~ * Mog scratches his head and looks at the sheets. "That does sound good, kupo. Can you cook?" * Xanithern looks up in thought for a moment and then adds to the chalkboard. ~I cook well enough for myself. I haven't really shared it with others so I'm not certain what they might think.~ What would make you cook more? ^^ * Xanithern mmms. ~I suppose...if necessity warrented it. Are you looking for a cook on the caravan?~ Not particularly, kupo. Just asking! * Xanithern looks at Mog for a little bit, staring past him, then looks down on his chalkboard, writing more. ~I believe I would like to cook more. If I had the proper books in order to teach me, it could certainly help as a starting basis. Of course adding ingredients to anything is what makes it a true experiment.~ * Mog smiles and looks at Xani's eyes. "Thanks!" He flies back and to his seat, passing the papers along. * Penn Lak considers. "Hey, I've been wondering. What would it take to get you to talk?" * Xanithern winces slightly at the question, and almost drops his chalkboard. * Xanithern hesitantly writes. Very hesitantly. The script looks shakier than usual. ~I...can...talk...but...~ He stumps himself trying to finish it. * Xanithern erases it with his hand, but not before a few probably catch a glimpse of it. * Penn Lak raises an eyebrow. "It's just a question. Okay, well, if it's that way..." * Xanithern rewrites his response, a little less shaky but it's obvious he still has trouble with it. ~I have difficulty articulating fully...it has been a problem since birth...if there is a way that I could talk...~ He thinks... * Xanithern then writes again. ~I am not sure how much I would even if I could. I am used to this method of communication now...but if it were important enough, I'm certain it would be articulated.~ * Xanithern lets out a deep breath and sets his tablet down after showing it...the question seems to have taken a lot out of him. Okay, well, you should be plenty able to answer this question then. * Penn Lak glances at Yarksetnik, then at Xanithern again. "If you could speak a single word perfectly, without hesitation or any problems whatsoever, what word would it be, and why?" * Xanithern looks up at Penn Lak expectantly. * Xanithern thinks about that for a little while, then writes the single word. ~Stop.~ * Xanithern waits for the word to sink in then erases it and starts writing the rest. ~It has multiple uses. It can hinder people when they are bothering you, but also it can protect people from danger that they do not see. If you notice before they do, a single word of "stop" would prevent them from danger and get them to pay attention.~ * Penn Lak nods. "Is there any other use you could think of?" * Xanithern nods and erases the portion of the chalkboard. ~Many uses I wouldn't use it for. I assume you would like me to stick to ways that I would use it, correct?~ Just ways you would consider useful for the term. * Xanithern nods and erases. ~It is also useful in catching guilty parties. You would not believe how many people would run at the mention of the word "stop"~ * Penn Lak snickers and passes the papers. "If you like to continue, that's fine." ~I believe it could be used to interrupt as well. It is rather difficult to interrupt when your major method of communication is written.~ ~There are probably more but I would not wish to take up the council's time on a single question.~ * Penn Lak mock-pouts. "That's okay. Loren, you may ask." * Xanithern erases his chalkboard in anticipation for the next question. What do you wish to gain from improving your studies? * Xanithern blinks and writes quickly, holding it up. ~That depends. Which area are you referring to?~ When you speak of joining the caravan, you mention that it would improve your studies. What would you wish to gain with these studies? * Xanithern nods and writes. ~Well, I wish to branch out in three areas. I'm not as concerned about knowledge in the magical field. That would have advanced whether I joined the caravan or not. While I may get more practical experience in the field, I do not focus my attention there...~ * Loren reads over and nods. * Xanithern continues: ~But...I do hope to gain a lot of insight into the ancient cultures of this world and inspect the relics of our past. There's a lot of fascination you may find there, and those are things you may only find journeying outside the village.~ ~By inspecting the ancient cultures, we may have a clearer picture into the initial gathering of the miasma and a better understanding as to the circumstances that may have lead to this sort of occurance.~ Ah, okay. So that's what you're thinking. Thank you. * Xanithern nods his head in a respectful bow and settles his chalkboard on the table (or his lap if there isn't one). Whatever nervousness there was before has faded. However, I do need to ask. If there was no knowledge to gain from the caravan, would you still join? And why or why not? * Xanithern thinks about that, then writes. ~There is always knowledge to be gained. So yes I would join. It may not be the knowledge I intended to learn but it certainly would be important.~ * Loren nods and passes the papers to Squenix. * Squenix picks up the papers. Her model of the world (in the form of a loaf of Bannock) is all but eaten now. Seems she enjoyed herself. Pulling out a piece of chalk and a slate, she writes a few words on it and shows it to Xanithern. *in Draconic* ~Can you hear me now?~ (... *dies*) * Xanithern looks up at Squeenix and there's a slight twinkle in his eyes. He picks up the chalkboard and writes his response in Draconic back. ~I can hear your chalk hitting the board and I can read your words. However, I did not hear your voice if that is what you are referring to.~ * Squenix writes below it. ~Eat the world?~ She offers him some bread. * Xanithern looks at the bread and looks confused. He writes, in Lamian this time (it takes a while), ~The bread is the world?~ * Squenix responds in Ancient Rebinese. ~Want?~ * Xanithern looks at Squenix oddly, then puts down the chalkboard, signing to her. ~It's a lot smaller than I imagined though.~ He takes the bread. Far be it for him to refuse food. * Squenix retracts her hands and watches him do whatever he does next. Using one of her large feathered-hands, she passes the papers to Cid. [The world disappears behind his helmet as he lifts the visor just slightly. He does have a taste of the world. It tastes crunchy!] * Cid takes up the papers and looks through them, doing the back-and- forth thing. He then looks at Xanithern. "I don't suppose you would be willing to speak when I ask you questions? I have problems with my eyesight, as you've undoubtably noticed. Like my arms not being long enough." * Xanithern just looks at Cid a little abashed, staring at him for a long while, then looking helplessly at the other council members. (... Like his arms not being long enough?) * Cid considers what he just said, and you can almost hear the gears whirring in his head as he gets an idea and writes something down on a piece of paper he has and pockets it (Arms not long enough - Can't hold the paper out far enough to read it properly. From bifocals. :P) * Xanithern finally sets down the tablet and signs in Yuke. ~Is this alright?~ * Cid blinks. "Do you happen to know Selkic? I'm more versed in it." * Xanithern shakes his head helplessly. * Xanithern thinks and signs a little in Pug. ~Know this?~ (And here's me not believing Xanithern went through his whole repitoire of languages in the interview before they asked him what he could do.) (I figured it was written down somewhere on the secondary parts of the app.) Well then, you should learn sometime. I can teach you of many of the traditions of the Selkie, not mearly those of language, but many of the culture as well. Why, I remember my first trip to Lueda Isle, and it was hot. Not as hot as it is today, no. Hotter! And they didn't have a well there yet either, and those Selkie just loved playing tricks on us. Keep that in mind boy, those Selkie can be really tricky. * Xanithern 's stare starts to glaze over... They can also be very nice in-... What was that? (Xani's intro: The side of Cid you never wanted to know. :P) (Most definitely :P) (Is Xani going to do something? ^^;) * Cid waits for Xani to 'say' something. * Xanithern snaps out of it for a second and then writes, ~What was what, sir?~ The sir seems to be in a different font, as if added as an afterthought. ( Yes, us Selkie are tricky. ) (Tricksy Selkiesies) * Cid squints and squints, and then Gwesus speaks up. "I think Cid was asking what you just said in Pug." * Xanithern lets out a faint sigh and then writes, ~I simply wanted to know if you understood. I thought signing would make it easier is all.~ Stick with the Yuke. He at least understands that. * Xanithern nods and looks up at Cid expectantly. (*meanwhile wonders how much of Pug sign constitutes stabbing motions. It'd certainly describe why they're so misunderstood*) (I was thinking that too.) ( *doink* *dies* ~I was just trying to say hello~ *dies* ...) How do you deal with those that annoy you? ( ... ) * Xanithern blinks and then looks at Cid, signing out. ~Annoys me, sir? No one really annoys me. Not many even bother with me.~ Then... How would you handle, say... An annoying partner you were forced to work with if that partner is incompetent, but you had to work with him anyways? * Xanithern thinks about that for a bit. ~I would try to train them in the proper way of handling the situation of course.~ And if they didn't listen? * Xanithern stops for a longer moment this time, before writing. ~Then it would depend. Are they putting the caravan in jeopardy by their incompetence?~ It might, it might not. Depends on what lies ahead, which is not known to you. * Xanithern hesitates, then, ~In that case, I would see if there were others that shared my opinion. If it was simply my own problem, then I would try to ignore it as best I could.~ (Actually, he'd sign the last couple) What if others shared your opinion? And why? * Xanithern picks up the tablet and flips it over for a moment, then looks up. ~Why what? Why would I ignore it?~ I was asking if others shared your opinion, what would you do and why? * Xanithern nods and signs. ~I would find out what their opinion was. If it was trully possible that it'd be detrimental, then I would push to leave the obnoxious person at the next village. At least they would be safe from their own incompetence there.~ He stops for a second and adds, as a quick sign, ~Relatively.~ * Cid nods. "Okay, no further questions." He passes the papers to Gwesus. * Gwesus takes the papers and reads over them. When she's done, she stands up on the table and looks down on Xanithern. * Xanithern turns to Gwesus and signs out, ~Sign or write?~ I don't care. * Xanithern then looks back at Gwesus calmly, waiting for the question. What is your primary responsability on the crystal caravan, and why? * Xanithern looks at Gwesus, then down at the tablet. ~Well, in general it is to return to the crystal in order to ensure the continuance of our village, is it not?~ ( Gwesus is being nice? What gives? ) (Gwesus has been nice during interviews!) What are you willing to do to protect this responsability? * Xanithern looks at Gwesus. ~To journey away from family and the village I've known. All of us who are applying understand that I believe. It would also involve eliminating threats to the chalice and myrr trees I believe.~ * Xanithern looks over his writing for a second and his shoulders sag in what you could swear was a wince. He erases the first "I believe" because it's redundant. What are you willing to lose? * Xanithern looks at Gwesus and thinks about that. ~Some amount of freedom, I imagine. I would have to stay with the caravan and within range of the chalice. It seems more like an opportunity than a loss though.~ Maybe I should make this clearer. At what length are you willing to sacrifice yourself to protect the caravan? * Xanithern looks at Gwesus oddly then writes while still staring. ~You mean like...death?~ * Gwesus coldly continues. "That's one manner, yes." * Xanithern looks and turns over the chalkboard. ~I do not think dying is the best answer. I understand there is that risk involved, and am willing to take that risk...however...~ He turns the chalkboard and taps the other end... ~If I am no longer alive, then I am no longer able to protect the caravan. Is this not so? So it would be best to avoid that possibility if at all able.~ Very well. Will you willingly do so if it came to it? ~If there is no other option, yes.~ * Gwesus nods and sits down, passing ze paperz. * Ran Dom picks up where Gwesus left off, after she smacked him in the face with said papers for snoring. * Xanithern snaps up a little at Ran Dom's slappage. His eyes are wide open at that. He may be a little on-edge now. * Ran Dom wakes up. "Geeze, can't a guy get some rest?.." He takes the papers and sifts through them. * Xanithern looks down sheepishly at Ran Dom's comments, inspecting the edge of the floor below the panel. Alright, simple one. Who's the most important person on the caravan? * Xanithern blinks. ( Me! XD ) (<.<) * Xanithern then writes quickly. ~There is no one 'most important person'.~ Why? ~Because...~ He hesitates then adds, ~Because we all have the same duty. It would be silly to say that one would rank above the other.~ So you say your life is as valuable as any of the other members. * Xanithern starts to write and looks up, almost dropping the chalk, then takes up the board again. ~My life is more...personally important, I admit. But that does not make it inherently more valuable.~ * Ran Dom nods. "And why is your life more important personally?" * Xanithern looks at Ran Dom for a second. It's good the helmet obscures most of his eyes, but it definitely is looking at him funny. ~Because...well...without my life, how can I put any importance on to anything? Importance is tied to existance.~ * Ran Dom passes the papers to Yarksetnik. "Sure, okay." * Xanithern sits down in the chair heavily, keeping an eye on Ran Dom. * Squenix keeps an eye on Xanithern. Does this surprise anyone? * Xanithern is one of the few who isn't bothered by Squenix's eying. Must be a Yuke thing. * Yarksetnik puts the papers down and pointedly ignores them. She speaks from, um, somewhere. "You appear to be very concerned with your voice. May I ask what happens if such a concern is pushed too far?" * Xanithern then looks over at Yarksetnik and sets down the tablet. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, and reopens his eyes. * Xanithern signs out. ~I don't believe it has been pushed too far so I'm not certain myself. But you are correct, it does bother me.~ What do you know to be the effects on you so far of such anger or fear? ~I am uncertain. I have been irritated before but I am not much prone to anger. Even the Selkie who attempted to relieve my wallet from me a few weeks back in order to attempt to get me to talk only made me wish that she would do the right thing and return the object to me.~ ~Fear...I suppose the first reaction would be to defend myself.~ And what if Ezen Dar decided to take your wallet for her own? * Xanithern blinks, then hesitates. ~How did you know her name?~ (... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.) You are not the only one who can observe. (And the total brokeness of a Yuke Expert is revealed.) * Xanithern nods hesitantly and then signs a little slower. ~Well...I suppose I would have to tell my family that their money was taken. And we would have to earn it again.~ ~They may wish to go to the proper authorities but that would be my family's decision. Gil is fleeting.~ * Yarksetnik's eyes seem to pierce through Xanithern's helmet, looking into his very soul. A short moment after she passes the papers to Darell and breaks her gaze. (Meanwhile all the Selkies who know Yuke sign write a silent note to assassinate Xani for that statement) * Xanithern follows the paper with his gaze, staring at Darell silently. ( GIL IS NOT FLEETING!) * Darell takes up the papers and scratches his head. "Hey, boy! Can you see me?" He waves from behind the desk. You can see him... kinda. * Xanithern looks...over and down. He nods. Kinda is seeing at least. Good! Say, how many friends do you have? * Xanithern looks at Darell at that statement and writes on the board, not seemingly ashamed. ~Define 'friends'~ You know, friends. People you stay around and get drunk wi- Well, maybe not get drunk. * Xanithern stares at Darell. ~I suppose my siblings would be the closest.~ Ookay. So do you like your siblings more than they like you? Or is it reversed? * Xanithern looks at the board, then Darell, then writes on the board. ~I think they believe it is reversed. I...do not think that is true.~ They ever, you know... break anything? ~Break anything?~ Knock over a lamp, carve a poast with their first knife, lick the cap on a milk bottle and put it back... ~Of course. They're children.~ Did you ever cover for'em? And why? * Xanithern looks at Darell and lets out a hissed breath from the helmet. Not irritated though. ~No. Although I would not really have the opportunity. My parents would not suspect me of anything so the cover up would not make sense.~ ~That is the...trouble with being the quiet child. No one really tends to notice you.~ Do you try and get others to notice you? ~Not particularly. It is not that important.~ (Says the person signing up to join the caravan) * Darell nods and passes the papers to Yarksetnik. "I'm done. You take'em, you understand him better." * Xanithern looks back and forth between Darell and Yarksetnik, wondering what just happened. * Yarksetnik ignores the papers again. She speaks with that mysterious voice some more. "Can we see a demonstration of what, you feel, would be the greatest asset to the caravan in its travels?" * Xanithern hmms. Then signs, ~You have already seen one of my assets. I can interpret many languages. Even if I have trouble speaking. For the next...would you happen to have any magicite handy?~ * Yarksetnik calmly looks over at the Magic firing range thingie, then back at Xanithern. "We have some basic magicite over there prepared already." * Xanithern bows with his hands in his sleeve again and walks over to the magic firing range, inspecting both the range and the magicite laying in front of him. [The range has a variety of targets varrying in strength, material, distance, and size. The magicite that Xani has available are the three basic types (fire, thunder, and blizzard) as well as cure.] [Look to Nikki's audition for real descriptions. I'm too lazy.] [Oh, and the magicite is fused into bangles, so all you have to do is wear the piece. You don't need to socket it.] * Xanithern picks up a fire magicite bangle and slips it on, turning to the range and holding both of his hands out. From somewhere in his helmet is the hissing of a deep intake of breath and his eyes close as his chest steadies its breath. ( Mmm... A fire bagel... ) (I could go for one of those. Or a Mithkabob!) * Xanithern starts motioning with his hands and a faint hissed whisper comes out from his helmet. It's unintelligible what exactly he's chanting but the noise is just barely audible if you have really good ears and are standing close. * Xanithern moves his hands as a faint stream of red starts flowing in his hands. His face lights from the ethereal energy in front of him, twisting into raw energy and force. The magicite starts to glow from inside in a bright red and between his hands it feels intensely warm. * Xanithern lets out a final somewhat strangled squawk that almost sounds like a word and points his hands, igniting one of the targets with wilded fire. [The fire also spreads and splits. Another target, about two targets away, lights on fire as well and burns with a hissing flame.] * Yarksetnik watches and nods. "So it is true. You do have some uncontrolled power in there. Come back so we may test you on something else." * Xanithern lowers his hands and slips off the bangle, replacing it where it belongs and walks back towards the council. You say you have other talents as well. Can you demonstrate one of these in some form or another? * Xanithern thinks for a moment, then signs to Yarksetnik. ~Could you ask one of the council members to write their signature on a piece of paper for me?~ (/me looks up. Gil? Fleeting? ... only when used to make more. >_>) * Yarksetnik writes with a flourish on piece of parchment and hands it to Darell, who throws it and makes it land unceremoneously close enough to Xanithern so he doesn't have to move much further to pick it up. * Xanithern picks up the paper, looks at it, then goes to the place he was sitting at. He writes on one side of the chalkboard meticulously, occassionally checking at the paper next to him, then turns the chalkboard. He writes the message out on one side: ~I believe this may come in handy if we are hindered by a village gate on our travels or some other matter of importance..~ * Xanithern then turns the board around to show a copy of Yarksetnik's signature. * Yarksetnik nods. Penn Lak approves. Oh, does she. Nice work. It is unfortunate that such a skill is necessary, but it is at times. * Xanithern signs, ~It comes naturally with a keen eye and much MUCH practice in handwriting.~ * Yarksetnik glances at Gwesus and Squenix. Gwesus stands up and walks over to the combat area, while Yarksetnik explains. "Please follow Gwesus. She will explain the last test shortly." * Xanithern looks a little uneasily at both of them going but follows. Slowly. * Squenix gets up and starts to the ring. Gwesus speaks. "You are very talented, but despite your talents you will run into times when you must sacrifice your life for the good of the caravan. It's important that you know what this is like so you can keep from making the wrong decision at the wrong time." * Xanithern just...eyes Gwesus. He's not liking the sound of this. * Gwesus gets into the arena and motions for Xanithern to get in as well. "If you haven't figured it out, I am going to kill you. Remove anything you don't want damaged." * Xanithern slowly steps into the Arena. The look on his face seems to indicate, yes, he had figured that out. He takes off all of his equipment. He wasn't wearing his armor, but his chalkboard and whistle are definitely important. The shirt can be replaced. (... I love my mom.) ( Thank you. Now finish your peas.) * Gwesus assumes an offensive stance. "Are you ready?" * Xanithern lets out a small sound that may be a gulp and nods. (Your stance offends me!) * Gwesus jumps up *high* and twirls Gugnir. Pointing it down, a beam of holy fires forward from it and engulfs Xanithern, blinding him. She throws Gugnir down at Xanitherin, hitting him in the chest with the front spike and getting it caught with the other four. She then uses her weight and lands on the spear, driving it through the poor Yuke. * Xanithern looks up at Gwesus coming down at him. His hands go up reflexively as if he'd cast but..no magicite. He looks very very hurt impaled. * Xani basically sees the ceiling as the last thing before he passes out and dies of either pain or shock or blood loss. After an eternity of nothingness, Xanithern wakes up looking at the form of Darell peering at his helmet. "Hey, wake up kid." * Xanithern looks up at Darell, his eyes blinking in his helmet and then scrambles to his feet. He pats his chest frantically to check and make sure all the internal organs are there. * Xani's internal organs are all in place (he thinks) and he's not bleeding at all. Sure, there's a huge hole in his shirt, and there there's blood all around THAT, but. * Xanithern looks around at the rest of the council. Especially Gwesus. And stares. * Darell hands Xanithern a shirt. "You might want this." * Gwesus is cleaning off her spear like it was in a day's work. Which it was, for her. * Xanithern doesn't seem to notice the shirt immediately. He does reach out for it a few moments later though without taking his eyes off Gwesus and Squenix. * Yarksetnik is sitting near Xanithern. "Squenix brought you back to life. And as unfortunate as this is, it is necessary that we test recruits in this way to see if they are truly serious about this task." * Xanithern then slowly reaches for his valuables, slipping the stuff that was around his neck around his neck again, and writes. ~Is that...all? Or is there more?~ That is all, we have all that is needed for a decision on you. Do you have any questions? * Cid is mysteriously absent. Maybe he just went home early because, to be honest, he was looking tired near the end. * Xanithern writes. He's writing much more slowly than he did before death, that's for certain. ~When will there be a decision?~ When we are done with all the applications, you will know if you were selected. * Xanithern nods slowly and takes his belongings, giving his final bow to the remaining council. He looks at Yarksetnik with an air of respect before turning to exit the council room. [Session End!]