Always Watching [Continued]

[Imros]

He smiled as the pleasent and familar shape of Shuptalxia drew into view, "I forget how much I love this place...especially when I get chased by vast amounts a pointy-teeth-baring Fanorans!" he said to Kurve with one of his big 'Thank god I'm home' grins.
"So...do we sleep or go to Buroba first?" he asked, watching some small children charge past.

[laurabeth]

"I think we should go to Buroba," Said Kuvre, smiling weakly at his humor, "Just to get men on it right away." She walked through the town, up a sloping hill, and towards the temple. She stopping outside of the ornate building, looking up at the opening. She took a deep breath, "Well, are you ready, Imros?"

[Imros]

[Sounds Good]

He stared a the temple, "I'll get back to you on that..." he smiled, this place always reminded him of bad ideas and dangerous decisions. "If you're ready, I'm ready," he answered, coming back on himself.
He walked up to the door, "erm..Ladies first," he said sheepishly and moved out of the way. He disliked authority figures, or having to explain things to them with his amazing grasp of 'grammatical rubbish'.

[laurabeth]

Kuvre nodded and strode forward. She went up into the temple, looking left and right after entering. It all looked very sacred, and she steadily felt like she had made the wrong choice. Their steps made soft clapping sounds has they hit the cold floor. A large doorway loomed up ahead, causing Kuvre to pause momentarily before striding ahead. She took a large breath as she entered a roomy hall, thinking hard for something appropriate to say.

"We have come to ask assistance from Buroba." She said, her voice shook softly as she spoke. After her own voice had faded away, she looked back at Imros and gave him a faint smile.

[Treijim]

[Joining with Buroba NPC]

There was a curtain at the other end of the hall, laced with reds and oranges and lines of dark green. It was brushed aside as a large figure emerged from behind. This man was huge, to say the least, and his burly arms were strapped with leather and feathers. His bandanna bore more feathers of bright red and green, and his hair was in a ponytail behind him. He let the curtain fall on one shoulder and looked at Kuvre and Imros.

"My children, my kura.toban," he said, holding out a hand and letting it slide away to one side. "What is the problem? I have sensed a taborun in the jungle very recently, yet I cannot decipher what it is." Without letting them answer just yet, he fixed his eyes on Imros. "What trouble have you brought about this time, Imros.totoban? And what have you dragged Kuvre.hemiban into?" He folded his thick arms across his broad chest and awaited an explanation.

[Imros]

Imros desperately fought down the urge to shout "What do you mean!?" so he answered with a simple, "It wasn't me..." trying avoid his piercing gaze "Kurve was in the forest and I went too see what was going on when all these Fanorans appeared out of nowhere," he explained, trying to avoid getting any of them into trouble.
"We came to ask you what the best course of action is, we...uh...aprihended what was left of them and we've left some guards but we're a little unsure of what to do, sir..." he continued, getting more and more edgy every second and still trying to no trip either of them up: something he was notorious for doing...

[laurabeth]

Kuvre bowed slightly when Buroba entered. She listened as Imros recanted the events. When he finished, she nodded and said, "That is the jest of it, but I think it might be a distraction. I would not think they would give up like that." She paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "We also collected a Fanoran.toban. He proved himself to be very useful in defeating the other Fanorans. Hindsight shows me that it may have been a bad choice."

[Treijim]

Buroba paused and then nodded. "A Fanoran is always bad. Do not let yourselves be fooled into thinking they can ever be toban. They fight us like lions. Two or three may watch us from within the jungle, and they will single out a target. Then, when this target is alone, they will strike and then they will leave. What they did today was very unusual. Perhaps the Mother grows restless in her throne of skulls and wishes for more of us to die."

He walked to one of the walls and took a minute to observe its intricate carvings, showing all kinds of events in an interesting and rather flat pictorial style.

"This Fanoran.toban must be returned. They cannot live among us for it is not the will of the gods. If he proved useful once, he will not again. You, totoban and hemiban have gone through enough. Find a place to rest and let me and my men handle the border." And with that he pushed past them and left the temple without saying anything more.

[Imros]

[Ok, I'm all about ready to wrap up unless anyone wants to add anything else...]

Imros bowed, his eyes following Buroba out of the room. He could help but feel a little sad for Seilk. He knew what Buroba was saying was right but he didn't want to think of what might happen to the little Fanoran when he returned to his village...
He looked over to Kurve. "Ideas?" he asked flatly, unsure of what to say.

[laurabeth]

[Surely, I was thinking it seemed fitting to end.]

"We do as he says." Said Kuvre a bit emptily, gazing at the spot Buroba had just left, "Let him handle it. I'm going home." She turned and left without looking at Imros again, craving sleep more than anything else.