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.
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.
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