A Deal Unmade

"A Deal Unmade" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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The iron staves pinning the catapult to the ground started to groan as Nala gripped one of the crossbars with both hands, planting a leg in the ground and pulling and pushing as hard as she could upwards. It took some effort, but the metal eventually bent and began sliding out of the earth, bringing up clouds of dust and mounds of soil along with it. The structure began to creak and protest as it became off-balance, and instead of yanking it out of place, Nala grabbed onto it and pulled as hard as she could to offset the eventual crash it made as it tilted down towards the ground again, sideways and unusable. The surrounding members of Haligan gave a small roar of approval, moving forward to start dismantling the weapon into smaller parts for the dragons to carry back to the mainland. Nala went to move to the next leg of the catapult to pull out of the earth when she paused and straightened, looking back over the ocean as she sensed something familiar.
Stonegit? You’re back already?
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit was puffing plumes of smoke as he trudged up the hill to stand in front of her. “Uh…” He said around the cigar, looking uncertain. “Yeah…” He finally sighed as he reached up to remove the object from his mouth. He glanced around at the catapults, and then shook his head. “Not gonna ask. Listen…Woodchuck…I think I may have made a mistake. I can’t be sure but I just feel…unsettled.”
He noted her look, and drew in another anxious breath. “I encountered a demon the night I got back home. I think it got wind of our conversation although it never really answered me as to whether it was you who sent him, I figured it out for myself after a few exchanged comments…”
demon-in-the-dungeon
Nala clenched her fists as her essence darkened, but instead of lashing out, she turned and dug her fingers under the second leg of the catapult, making it screech as she yanked it out of the ground with far less effort than the first.
Who? she said tersely as she worked.
moe-lazyeye
“Not sure…” Stonegit said, his anxiety not improving despite Nala’s restraint. He knew the consequences of dealing with or even talking with a demon, especially a strange one. The encounter hadn’t killed him or cost him anything, but he still doubted all was well, given the stone left in his hand.
He dug the object out of his pocket. “He made a cave of obsidian like rock form around him. His voice was emotionless, dialect fancy, and he gave me this. I-I could hardly understand him when he offered something so I just…didn’t agree to anything…” 
demon-in-the-dungeon
That was wise of you. She manifested in front of him while her body continued to assist with the deconstruction, and she cupped her hands around the small idol, trying to sense if there was any magic within it. Something old stirred in her memory. A short line from Stonegit’s own mouth, babbled out of incoherent memories of the past.
“Come on, Stonegit, you learned about these creatures when you were little…stone…they’re weak against…they’re made of… ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏɴɢ, ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ɢᴏʟᴇᴍꜱ.”
Nala lurched away in surprise and she stared down at Stonegit’s hands, thinking hard. May I see your memories, dark-eyes?
moe-lazyeye
Of course there was demon he would always deal with. “Of course.” He offered, and allowed his mind to open to her.
demon-in-the-dungeon
Her eyes flickered as she rapidly went over their conversation. An offer. A counter-offer. An easy dismissal. Stonegit’s mind continued to struggle with the demon’s meaning, and she parsed through it, dissecting the demon’s intentions.
She took a breath that had little use to her astral form. You didn’t summon him yourself, did you? I told you I would look for a solution myself, in due time. Her words had a tone of accusation, but only a touch. She knew this was a world he had only explored with the Warden herself.
moe-lazyeye
“He came to me unsocilitaed.” Stonegit hurried to assure her. “I asked him if he came on your behalf, but it soon became obvious he had not, I dismissed him soon afterwards.”
demon-in-the-dungeon
Well, I can tell you this much. Whoever this is, he was not trying to deliberately confuse you. Behind the two of them, the catapult screeched again as another supporting beam was forcefully extracted from the ground. His ways of thinking are strange, even to me. I can also surmise that what he wanted to take was not your physical life or your soul. He was trying to extract an emotional and mental toll from you, something to feed him for longer than a brief consumption such as your offer would have sustained him.
moe-lazyeye
“Yeah I know it wasn’t on purpose…” Stonegit sighed remorsefully, woefully away of his own shortcomings in the realm of eloquent speech and literature. “And I’m glad I turned him down. I have no need to be emotionally or mentally stunted…again…”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I still just feel as though something’s really wrong…” 
demon-in-the-dungeon
If anything, a silent gift like that from a demon of such high caliber could mean danger. If you would like, I can retain it for you, and then if it does manifest severe consequences, I will take the brunt of the blow.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit sniffed once at a cool stream of winter air, and rubbed his jaw a little. “I wouldn’t want that…no I’d rather lock it up somewhere safe for now. I got a spot that should work that no one frequents.”
demon-in-the-dungeon
As her body pulled the second catapult to the ground with a quake that shook the trees around them, Nala skeptically projected an image of the tiny stone exploding in Stonegit’s pocket before shaking her head and conceding. I will not force anything upon you. Just know that I am by your side for whatever further develops. What is this safe area?
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit took note of the image and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeeah…I’ll make it quick and go with someone to make sure I’m okay.” 
He paused as the noise of the salvage operation echoed over the hillsides, and then sighed. “Nala…I…I want to ask something of you…but I’m afraid.” He carefully gripped his own arms. “Similarly, and based on my luck so far dealing with other demons…I’m afraid not to ask as well…”
demon-in-the-dungeon
What is it? she said readily, and more quietly. Nala sensed unease and hesitation. She would kill gods and monsters for him, and she hoped he knew that.
moe-lazyeye
She could feel, sense, the process of realization the man had underwent. His desire for her not to take any vengeance on Rhenco to avoid a life that had ruined him more than once. Quickly followed by him demanding for his suffering. Followed by guilt…confusion…and finally…truth.
“It doesn’t have to be you…it could be Shax, or any other semi reasonable being. But I know now I won’t get what I need unless I am fully honest with the people I’m seeking help from.” Stonegit drew an uneasy breath. “I need Eindried to be healed…” 
demon-in-the-dungeon
Nala fumbled to arrive at the same conclusions that Stonegit drew in his mind. For as much humanity as she had gained, the emotions he was feeling were of a strange set of thinking to her, even though he allowed himself to be an open book to her. How could she kill a monster that lived in his own mind…as part of his mind?
It was frustrating. And it was getting to her. Now she knew why.
I don’t think you do, she finally stated, stout and purposefully blunt and critical. Her physical vessel ceased working and instead turned and faced Stonegit while she stood and gazed at him intensely, waiting for a response.
moe-lazyeye
“I have to.” Stonegit affirmed with a tight chest, his eyes remorseful. The idea of helping Eindried was clearly a painful one, but yet here he was pushing onward. “I knew…I knew that if I could withhold my hand against him I could withhold it for anyone. I had the moment…the chance to stop living for vengeance…and I blew it. Sure…sure I let him live, but I still did…” 
He swallowed and Nala could see him squint his eyes in the way that she knew he did whenever he was preventing the welling of tears. “I still succumbed. In more than one way, for more than one reason, I took revenge…again…” 
demon-in-the-dungeon
What guilt will it leave you with, healing the king’s killer? she returned. What will it do to you, to be constantly chasing the undoing of mistakes? You’re not always going to have this luxury, dark-eyes. One day, we will not be there to help you. For once, while this situation has not escalated, learn to live with it.
She stung inwardly; for some reason, the thought of being the kind of solution to others that she could not seek herself cut her deep. Perhaps it was selfishness, perhaps it was genuine fear and concern. She couldn’t tell.
This is dangerous, she continued. The height of your emotions has attracted an archdemon, one that does not care about you or how you end up. And you have given him half of an incredibly powerful weapon. Please, for everyone’s sake, abandon this.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit stood still as he listened to her. “I do tend to want to undo mistakes rather than make them right don’t I?” He gave a humorless laugh. “Then again…there have been many mistakes I’ve left in the past that I should have done something about.”
He took note of her words though, and tried to calm himself. And then something clicked in his mind, and then was rapidly fogged over as if to hide it. He rushed on to another point. “And…and what do you mean by a weapon I gave to him?”
My name, Stonegit, she said, trying not to grumble. Her body moved away from the conversation again and easily started bending the catapult frames into a more transportable shape for the dragons to carry back to the mainland. The sound of screeching metal was tortured and drawn-out. You must be more careful in the future, you cannot let this demon have the second half, or I will be completely compromised.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit felt his stomach drop and twist all in one sickening motion. A cold sweat broke out on his back and his eyes slowly flickered over the ground in front of him. “Oh…my gods…” He breathed. “I completely…I…”
You always did loose yourself to your own ambitions Stonegit…You never did like living with a mistake on your shoulders only this time it cost someone else. Gods, I can imagine Haddock rolling his eyes over something like this.I thought that this was the right thing to do, but maybe I’m just over thinking things again…either way I can’t ask for more, not after taking this much…
The torrent of thoughts came to close as he puffed an exhale, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gods Woodchuck, I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry.” Stonegit shuffled a few uncertain steps as he looked around as if for release, and then raised an awkward hand. “I’m…I’m gonna let you handle the, the uh…” He motioned at the catapults, his fingers twitching momentarily in irritation at his fumbled words. “What you’re working on…” He sighed again and let his hands ease into his pockets, and his feet turn back towards the town.
demon-in-the-dungeon
She looked after him a moment, feeling her irritation melt away at the sight of his awkwardly retreating form. Her astral body dissipated into a streak and she reformed next to him, keeping step as he began to return to mainland Haligan.
Let’s go do something else, she murmured. Something to keep our minds off this mess. Her black eyes met his and a shy, resigned smile quirked across her face. Gods know we have enough to worry about.
moe-lazyeye
For a moment Stonegit was tempted to remain in despair. After all he felt caught, confused, and now sickened at the thought of endangering the Warden. But then he remembered…
He remembered how even during the worst of times, a drink with someone close to him, and talking in quiet and in calm did more good than any passionate plea. He blinked, and began to feel his age again. His fact lightened a little. “Yeah…” he said, and then tilted his head. I know a spot…“
*
A little while later, Stonegit sat with a small drink with the Warden beside him. It was quiet for a while, and then Stonegit let out a low whistle. “This uh…this was a good idea…”
demon-in-the-dungeon
The demon, still imposingly tall and feral-looking, was currently projecting a vision of herself to anyone in the bar that happened to look in their direction. It both kept Stonegit from looking out of sorts, and kept anyone from sitting directly next to him, as she didn’t wish to be sat in like a nonexistent ghost. Her legs were crossed, and her furred tails were long and thick enough to wrap around each of the barstools that Stonegit and Nala sat on. She leaned on one arm and propped her chin up with the other, enjoying the general atmosphere. 
It was. Her gaze slid over to Stonegit, and his cup. I may have to make another excursion to feed, soon. I hate to leave, and I hate to do it. But I must keep up my strength somehow, now that my family does not…farm. She grimaced, but said it with some regretful humor. You humans are lucky that your needs are so little.
moe-lazyeye
“Are you going to be okay?” Stonegit asked, and there was duplicity in the question. Both for the general concern of her well being as a demon with her sense of morals still needing to feed…and the fact that half of her name was exposed to an enemy.
demon-in-the-dungeon
Nala sniffed and waved a clawed hand. I will be fine. I only feed on those who deserve it…or ask for it. Sometimes I can make deals with those who want parts of their lives purged, and give them up to me for nutrition. She blinked. As for my name…if I did not want to risk my freedom in pursuit of intimacy, I would not have given it to you. Simple as that. Her attention rested on him, the full force of an alien being and her mind, hovering like a quiet storm. I trust you.
moe-lazyeye
“I’ve betrayed you.” Stonegit said. It wasn’t self pity, more like a confirmation. She could feel that he held her statement in such high value in his heart, that he wanted to ensure that she had not forgotten the moment he tore up their contract, among other moments, recent and old, that had caused strain between them. 
demon-in-the-dungeon
You didn’t know, she gently corrected him.
moe-lazyeye
“Negligent really, regarding your name that is. But some other moments were definitely on purpose…” He chuckled as he sipped his drink. “You were so, so mad at me.” 
demon-in-the-dungeon
She thought for a moment, and then gave a small grin, her fangs just visible between her lips. I suppose so, yes. That happened several times. But my wrath was nothing special at that time.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit smiled quietly as he stared down at the bar. “I tricked you because I wanted to do something…but didnt want to tell you everything.” He met her eyes. “I dont want to do that again. Not even by mistake…Woodchuck, I’d like to try and tell you what, and why, I feel I need to do. Only this time respecting your right to know everything.”
He held up the glass. “If you and your, quite special in my option, wrath will permit me.”
demon-in-the-dungeon
The Warden crossed her heart and held up her hand in a sign of making an oath. I promise not to get upset with you. Behind her, the bartender slowly crept sideways behind the counter and caught Stonegit’s eye, and he pointed in confusion and shock at Nala sitting at the counter. He pointed to a cup he was holding, silently asking in bewilderment if she was here to drink.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit knew, based on what Nala had just told him about her diet, that she probably wasn’t there to drink. But in the name of societal convention he ordered her one with a silent motion of his hand between his drink , and the drink less spot in front of her.
He sniffed once as he then took a sip of his own, and exhaled uncomfortably. “Alright…here it goes.” He shifted in his seat to face her as he let an elbow rest on the bar top. “Everything I said earlier was true. At least in regard to my perceptions and feelings. Eindried…” his fingers tightened on his glass. “He killed Haddock…but he did so like a ghost rearing up from an ugly past, over the cold blooded killings Haddock himself commited and got away with. When I understood who I faced to fight that night…I realized two things. One…was that in the heart of my hearts, I knew Eindried had justification I could not argue against. We as a rebellion, have killed for the same reasons Eindreid killed…and I have killed for even less.”
Nala could feel his heart, now weak from a barely healed over injury, beating hard from the discussion. Stoengit closed his eyes. “And then second thing I realized…was that I was scared that the same thing would happen to me.”
His mind flickered with images of Orskaf.
“I’ve already had some close calls I survived…but that kind of luck, with the life I was still living… wouldn’t last. ”
He stopped then. There was clearly more to say, more to the layers of his conundrum. But for now, he paused.
demon-in-the-dungeon
A single finger lowered and rested on the rim of the glass that was hesitantly slid in front of her, and it heated scarlet and traced several circles around the outer edge. It made a haunting, ringing noise, and the liquor inside gently steamed. You are afraid of becoming someone who kills, even with reason? she questioned, displaying confusion over what he was mentally picturing and subconsciously processing. Or someone who never stops running from death? 
moe-lazyeye
“Someone who…” Stonegit paused to glance at the ceiling in thought. “Someone who always seeks to harm…in a vain attempt to heal myself.” 
He reached out and touched her arm, allowing her to see what he was feeling. Orskaf had been killed to ‘make up’ for the trials of his childhood. Tal and his men had been killed to ‘make up’ for him not being able to kill Frosti, and others who he had been unable to prevent from hurting Haddock. Dust had been pure vengeance. His confrontation with Skye, Cynbal, and Asuka had been just shy of a killing to ‘make up’ for the frustrations he suffered under them. Even Eindried’s palatalization had been to-
Stonegit jerked his hand away to cut off the stream of consciousness. He gave a very slow sideways glance at her. 
demon-in-the-dungeon
The finger came to a stop, and Nala met Stonegit’s milky gaze with her solid black one. It was piercing. Challenging, even. She would not break and enter without his say so, but she knew he was holding something back that might help him.
Instead, she silently began projecting emotions to him, filling his veins with them as though they were his own. The heady rush of being near-impossible to beat during battle, the fiery heat of a protective shield surrounding the defenseless, the swell of emotion she felt when thinking of her loved ones, and her duty to protect them. It was courage, in its purest, rawest form, dolled out like an injection, like a hot drink that ran straight to the chest. She shifted her arm so that her hand covered his instead, and it burned like the sun.
You’re stronger and full of more good than you think, dark-eyes. But you are also afraid. Both can coexist in one form, but one will eventually fall prey to the other. Nala cocked her head slightly. Won’t you tell me how you feel?
moe-lazyeye
Afraid… Stonegit blinked a few times. Afraid of Orskaf. Afraid of Dust. Afraid of failing at his job, and disappointing Haddock. Maybe much of what he had done was as much out of fear as it was anger.
He could feel Nala’s resolve, and he drew on it. He didn’t want to do this while weeping, or shaking, or smoking. He wanted to do this with his jaw set, and eyes forward. He clasped her hand back tightly as he looked her in the eyes again. “I don’t want to be fearful anymore…”
He then closed his eyes, and let his thoughts finish.
Eindridd had taken away Egil’s father…and so by holding his offspring as collateral, Stonegit had taken away the kings children. Revenge.
Eindried had wounded Stonegit, and despite his resolve to not kill him, he had struck him, insulted him, and tortured him with the dismantling of his home. Revenge. 
Stonegit’s knife came up, and stabbed Eindried in the spine. He had stabbed him there out of anger. He had stabbed him there pointedly. He had stabbed him there because of what the Warden had done to Haddock…He hadn’t wanted to be angry at the Warden. So someone else had paid the price, because he hadn’t let it go. Revenge. 
Stonegit had not killed Eindried. But he had taken vengeance all the same. The realization that a part of that had subconsciously been against the Warden had shamed him, and woken him up to his transgressions. The trail of leaving a life of vengeance behind still stood in his mind, but calmer now. He had released the Wildest North, and returned Eindried’s family. He would still seek to heal the King, but he would also understand if it could not be possible. 
‘I will live with my mistakes…whether I can make them right or not…but at least I will try.’
Nala smiled.
I’m proud of you. Together, we bear the past. We will bear the future just the same.
She twitched a long, tufted ear and flicked her fingers suddenly, as though displacing a bothersome insect. In reality, she was batting a small, searching mental probe away from their conversation.
We also do not impolitely eavesdrop on others’ conversations, she said pointedly and very clearly to someone else besides Stonegit, and a few tables behind the demon and the bodyguard, a man hunched his shoulders as though he’d been hit, choking slightly on his own drink. Darien mopped at his chin in embarrassment, avoiding Stonegit’s gaze, but not the Warden’s scrutiny. Nala was vaguely irritated for Stonegit’s sake, but also somewhat amused. Darien was an endless source of fascination to her, as per their odd relationship. I don’t recall inviting you here.
Apologies, Darien mumbled inwardly, trying to appear even smaller.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit squinted, and then shifted in his stool to get a better look at the hunched over man. He hadn’t dealt with Darien much. Which didn’t necessarily mean that the former mage hadn’t been on his ‘kill eventually’ list. However…there was one matter he figured he’d ought to clear up. “Did my man already approach and or remove his pants to you in recent days?”
central-is-growing
Darien froze with his fingers digging into the back of his neck, finally looking up at Stonegit. “Th-that was…he was yours?” he said in a horrified, hushed voice that indicated that yes, the events Stonegit asked about had indeed transpired.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit turned his head. “Barkeep, please get this man a drink, on me.” He turned back to Darien. “I’ve been trying to get him to throw out those tear aways for twenty years. You just removed a great burden from my life.”
central-is-growing
He cautiously got to his feet and stepped closer, as so not to be talking loudly across the bar, and stood awkwardly beside Stonegit, still having difficulty looking him in the eye. “Did I?” he laughed nervously. “I was rather thinking I would inflict further burdens by ever meeting him again.”
moe-lazyeye
“He was so…so upset, by not getting to use those tear away pants during some gods forsaken interrogation of his, I don’t even know what.” Stonegit waved a hand. “He simply couldn’t let it go and moaned about it for decades. Now…it’s finally over.”
He motioned with his glass to him as if in cheers, and then glanced between him and the Warden. “Word travels fast as well…quite the new leaf you’ve turned over…”
central-is-growing
He shuffled as though to sit on Stonegit’s right-hand side, further away from the Warden, and she gave a knowing smirk, watching him as he did so. He still hovered over the barstool, feeling like an intruder. “I can hardly believe it myself, let alone believe that everyone else lets me…” He shrugged and gestured around the bar. “That I’m not chained and under constant surveillance.”
Oh, you’re under an ever-watchful eye, trust me, the Warden spoke up, her tail sweeping back and forth over the floor like a pleased cat. The old Central mage shrank again.
“Right, of course.”
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit shifted the stool beside him so it was more readily available for him to take a seat. He rubbed the back of his neck, and then lifted a hand once before letting it slap back down on the bar. “Well…as long as we’re filling a lull in the conversation, I’ll put this out there. If either of you find out how to heal a paralyzed man, send me a letter.”
He quirked his eyebrows as he took a rueful sip from his glass. “Price shouldn’t be that much of an issue…”
central-is-growing
“Price won’t be the issue. Ability, however, will be.” Darien finally sat at the counter and laced his fingers in front of him to keep them occupied. “The ones able to channel that kind of power won’t be the type of people that would want to do something that…benevolent.”
moe-lazyeye
“Eindride only has so many years left before age takes his mobility anyway…conceptually at least…” Stonegit mused. “I’m willing to offer that amount of life force. Manavolant or not, it could be kept strictly business…you think?”
He turned with genuine curiosity towards Nala. “I mean…” he placed a hand over his weak heart, still remembering the feeling of that wildest north dagger. “It would make my seventies pretty difficult but…”
central-is-growing
“Don’t…” His first word came out too loudly, and he lowered his voice. “…gamble with your life. Any part of it.” Darien took up his glass and gestured with his pinky down at Nala, who was watching the conversation attentively. “Your mother taught me that.”
I’m glad she taught you something, at least, Nala said ruefully, her essence drifting towards dark red and black. Darien tossed back his drink to avoid looking at her again.
“Point stands,” he said to Stonegit. “It sounds like a mess waiting to be stepped into. But I’ve never been able to stop a rebel in the past.”
moe-lazyeye
“I will risk much to do this. But I won’t risk the well being of my kids…or their…his…kids.” Stonegit admitted. “Giving up emotions, sanity, all that nonsense is out. Life force itself, I may gamble that, but only under…’approved’ circumstances now.” He added as he motioned to the Warden. He frowned a little. “What about Shax? He’s very powerful, but also more of a force of neutrality.”  
demon-in-the-dungeon
She raised her eyebrows at him, though the motion was almost lost in her thick fringe of hair. Your sight and hearing was an emergency. I would not approach him again without dire need. But you two are on good terms. Perhaps you could solicit him.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit nodded a few times, and then tapped the bar. “You know what…I’m gonna sleep on it, for several nights actually.” He stood up, and reached over once more to hold Nala’s hand. “I can’t thank you enough Woodchuck…but I better get back to my charges. Days off these may have been, but I’m pushing it with why I’ve been gone and how long.”
He shook his head. “And especially in light of Rhenco and egilspoorattitudeaboutthewholething ahem, I better go.”
demon-in-the-dungeon
Darien raised his hand in farewell, and Nala pressed a mental embrace to his consciousness, transmitting the usual goodbye talk in feelings and almost incomprehensible images and concepts, instead. She also packed a reluctant acknowledgment of Shaxurohm in his mind, should the two visit.
“You’re not…going to tell the king about me, are you?” Darien said anxiously, as though the thought had just occurred to him. “He would…” He trailed off meaningfully.
moe-lazyeye
Stonegit waved a dismissive hand. “I’m already going to have to tell Egil enough shit he’ll probably try to fire me. He doesn’t know you well enough to care, and if Woodchuck isn’t actively killing you…then you must be alright.”
He let go of Nala’s hand after reciporcating the energy, and made his way out of the bar.
moe-lazyeye
The snow crunched under his boots as he walked, and he could not help but have a heavy heart. Nala had been so understanding, and kind to him throughout this wild dragon ride of a day. He knew his overt distress had done nothing to help her, and the idea of his blunder putting her in a deleterious amount of danger made him sick to his stomach. 
What was worse he knew there really wasn’t anything to do about it. Nala’s uncle was at the top of the food chain. Stonegit could offer his whole being and it still wouldn’t be enough to erase that knowledge.
That knowledge… He paused to shove his hands in his pockets. Well you really fucked up having that knowledge didn’t you Stonegit?…Maybe I should just offer that memory to Woodchuck. There was plenty of emotion behind it, so its sure to taste good. She could still cherish it. But I wouldn’t remember. Which would be just as well, I seriously broke her trust… He scuffed a clod of snow with his foot. The Warden’s words still warmed him though. He wanted to stay brave when it came to making right his mistakes. It was just unfortunate that he didn’t have much better of an idea other than making sure he could never endanger her like that again…not that the word Nalaagura, or even Nala for that matter, would be exiting is mouth anytime soon…or ever now.
It’s fine…I like Woodchuck better anyway… Stonegit heaved a sigh as he continued to walk, and then growled as he rubbed his head. Come on Stonegit can’t you do any better for her? Think of something! Get outside the box damn it! You’re Stonegit Elmiss! You chased down Eindried and turned the Wildest North away, you stabbed Loki in the eyeball, tricked a demon, found a way to kill a Valkyrie on two hour time limit, talked yourself out of hel and found a way to become King Gareth Haddock II’s bodyguard despite being a teenager! I think you can find some way to make this right!
He stopped as a group of rebels passed, a few half breeds among them. He watched them curiously, and then slowly turned back to look towards the bar where Darien was. Like a key turning in a lock his mind switched around from point, to connected point, and he looked up with a start. 
He had no idea if what he had just thought of would work. But he had to try. And with that idea in mind, he spun around, and tore back into the bar. As he flung himself back into the seat next to Darien, he noticed right away that Nala wasn’t around anymore, which was fine. “Hey!” He said breathlessly. “Hey I just uh…remembered…Sorry, do you have a minute Darien?”
“Oh, gods–!” Darien nearly dropped his drink on the bar, but fumbled and caught it just in time. He looked at Stonegit in bewilderment. “What do you need?”
moe-lazyeye
To pull off something harder than killing a Valkyrie but easier than healing a frozen heart with an act of true love! The thought raced through his mind as he slapped a hand on the bar. “In order to put the Warden under you and Central’s thumb you had to have had her name. How did you get it? And do you have how to summon higher demons on record?”
central-is-growing
He widened his eyes and shook his head. “I made a deal with her mother, who knows the Warden’s name. And you don’t summon higher demons.” He chuckled nervously. “They summon you. You approach them in their courts. You have to give up your safety and control of the situation in order to levy deals with them, or they won’t even look at you twice.” He puffed out his cheeks and then exhaled. “I could give you the location of Bloedrest…? But it is long destroyed, and it is an extremely dangerous, very long journey, anyway. Who on earth are you trying to summon?”
moe-lazyeye
“Bloedrest…and her mom…maybe…maybe…” Stonegit murmured under his breath, and then produced a small notebook and scribbled what Darien had told him down, along with what seemed to be a string of short noted theories. “Yeah, if you could just jot down where that is, that should do.”
central-is-growing
Shaking his head, Darien spent a few minutes detailing the massive path up north into the heart of the Demon Lands underneath Stonegit’s notes. “You’re giving me a very bad feeling about all this.”
moe-lazyeye
“No need to worry…” Stonegit mused as he looked over the instructions, and then stuffed the book away as he got up to leave, again.
“Its old hat at this point.”
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