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Olcán taught Cavan how to draw sigils that could protect him partially from His influence, how to properly
handle a knife,
Seeing you wave that thing around is almost sad... How have you managed to kill anyone swiping around wildly like that? How have you managed to not kill yourself with that knife with how loosely you hold it?
and how to protect places he stayed in from Him and his, formerly, fellow Hollowed.
Ámhra taught him how to use Glamours to hide his presence from Him, how to change your face with simple alterations to your hair, clothes, and a small amount of makeup, and how to disappear in a crowd, or when there is no one else around.
Cavan sits beside the two creatures, staring into the fire.
I don't know why I haven't asked this... but why are you all helping me? I know you're working to make sure I don't go back to work under my L-... Him... but I don't see what you get out of this?
Ámhra looks over at Olcán, clearly looking to see what all they should actually share. Tell him everything.
It's... not our place to say... Your next guide should give you a fairly good grasp on what we need you to do... but it's not for us to tell you more than what you need to know from us. Know that once you're out on your own again, we'll still be watching.
... Is that a promise or a threat?
I think it's safer to take it as both. If we hadn't intercepted you when we did, you would have died. He was going to leave you there broken and dying. Without us, you would be dead. Be grateful, and follow our instruction, okay?
Even with so much of his (Cavan's) humanity stripped away, his stubbornness never faltered... gods damn him.
Cavan gives a short nod.
Good... He's almost ready for you. You should get some sleep and once you're ready, we'll show you to the next guide.
???????: Ca?an Do?an
Now there's a name: "Caan Doan" Ruler Stag, or maybe Leader, the Little Black One.
The Den is warm and inviting. Lit in the middle by a low burning fire, a small hole in the roof made to let the smoke escape. To one side of the fire sits a wolf with black armour sitting beside it, eyeing Cavan as he enters. To the other sits a massive Magpie, he believes from the feathers he can see. This bird is also as large as the wolf, who, as Cavan draws closer, he sees is as big as he is. The Magpie is wearing a pure white mask over it's face.
The Wolf seems to smile at him before speaking.
Hello Cavan. My name is Olcán. This is Ámhra. We're your next guides. He will teach you how t-
The magpie seems to get overly excited and hops over a little closer to the other side of the fire before interrupting the wolf.
I'll teach you how to stay hidden from that skinny bastar-
Ámhra I told you, we're going to take turns talking...
Olcán gives a frustrated huff before turning once more to Cavan and continuing.
He'll show you how to hide yourself from the sight of... Him. I'll teach you how to defend yourself better... Okay Ámhra, it's your turn now.
Ámhra slowly steps over, his head lowered a little as he glances over at Olcán before looking back over at Cavan and lifting his head, giving his wings a few flaps before he begins.
And after we teach you what we know, we'll send you to the last guide. I think you'll get a kick out of them. And He never understood exactly who they were... I suppose that was for the best.
You know... considering who I served... you'd think seeing wonderous, or fantastical things wouldn't surprise me anymore... but you two are... unique to say the least.
Cavan smirks and reaches over to Ámhra and taps on the mask, causing Ámhra to flap a wing and hit him on the back of the head.
Hey! No touching the mask!
Why? Have something to hide?
I wonder what Cavan would say if he knew where he was, and who these creatures were...
Don't we all?
