"Eef and Haturod, I will have to ask you to go outside for a moment" Mordar's voice interrupted their conversation with their son. "And you too sweetheart" he said looking at his daughter. Without objections they quietly headed out the front door. Mordar sat down at the big oak table in the living room, and only moments later Umbra came in the door. He closed it behind him and went into the living room and sat down opposite Mordar.
It had been so long since he was here last, and yet everything was as he remembered them. He hadn't thought about it at all, but now he felt how much he missed the place. Mordar, Protius, everyone, the camp, the chats, everything...
"I'm glad to see your return Umbra" said Mordar in a very official voice, "And with perfect timing as well". Umbra smirked slightly and responded in his casual low voice, "The old man wouldn't have wanted it any differently - I might be the most dependable unpredictable person around these parts".
With a somewhat loud commotion outside, they continued to talk for another hour, about the recent events.
Outside Ginga slowly got to his feet, still holding his hands to his head. "This must be the worst headache on this side of Feralas" he thought to himself as Moonwell helped him up. "What has happened?" he asked while looking around the still spinning camp. He could see many stares switching from looking at him, to looking at where Waleria was sitting. "Who's that lying there? Oh no.. Don't tell me it's... Holy shit!" he said before he could think about it. Is Protius okay? What happened to him?!" he demanded, looking around at anyone who had their eyes on him.
"You fought him, and you both got wounded quite badly. You were mindcontrolled by evil forces, and that's why you can't remember anything" said Anoriell softly. "Don't worry, Protius will be just fine" she continued, "Waleria is a very capable healer, and I don't think there's anything she can't..." she stopped at the yell.
"Moonwell, could you come over here! Hurry!" shouted Waleria as she kept performing rituals on the wounded Keeper. Unrooting and running, Moonwell quickly came to Waleria's side. "What's wrong?" he panted slightly and looked down at the deep wound in Protius' side. "It just won't heal! I've tried all the poison and disease cures I can think of, but it looks very infected" Waleria sobbed desperately. "Perhaps it's a curse, allow me to have a look Waleria" said Moonwell calmingly and bent his branches over the bleeding old man on the ground before him. "Nothing happens... what is this sorcery?!" the druid gasped, as his attempt to remove the curse failed.
Mordar and Umbra came out to the centre of the camp and saw to their disbelief that Protius was still lying down, bleeding. A circle of concerned Clan members had gathered around him, and everyone able to heal was giving him their utmost attention. Even Ginga was standing there looking rather nervous despite his poor condition.
"What do you mean he failed?!" snarled Princess Aramei at Lightcrawler as he had given her the bad news. "I... I'm sorry Milady, but he died by the hands of Umbra. There was nothing I could do..." he apologised, but she was not satisfied. "If this is the sort of news I can expect you to deliver, I might as well behead you now!" she yelled at him. "P.. please don't! I shall not disappoint you again Milady!" he cowered as he bowed his head.
She looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked him mockingly "Did you remember to enchant Ginga's sword as I told you?". "Yes, yes Milady, I did! There is no chance they'll get that old geezer Protius cured before it's late. Good riddance I say, that man was a walking tomb stone anyway" Lightcrawler giggled at the thought. Princess Aramei had a slight frown now, a feeling of uncomfort washed over her at those words. "Silence! No one shall talk about Proius the Keeper as long as I live - he might be ancient and a fool, but a great man nonetheless". She paused for a moment, and then continued in a quiet voice "A shame he needs to go, but it's the only way".
"Lightcrawler, when you're done cowering go see to the prisoners".