Maybe we can distract them with magic presents. If you want to drop by Absalom first and spend your fifteen thousand gold we could get some very distracting ones.

:...Sorry, I think I really failed to pay attention to something - why do I have fifteen thousand gold again? Did you already sell what we found in the buried palace?: 

- oh, right, we should tell you this first too. The pharaoh says that he can't resurrect Tylendel because he's not dead. Leareth thought maybe he was a Companion, that's the only way he knows of - it doesn't make a lot of sense though -

:What: 

:We didn't know what to make of it either. I'm sorry.:

:I can't see how - I guess I haven't met all of the Companions personally, there are some foals who were born during the war. We still gossip enough that I'd've expected to notice: She gives Fazil a piercing look. :Is there a kind of scrying that can search for him alive?: 

I would try a normal scry but looking for 'the reincarnation of Tylendel' as your target. If that fails - I'm not quite sure. That would work with our reincarnation but it sounds like the situation in your world is different and also this is unusual even for that?

Yfandes nuzzles Vanyel's shoulder. (She is normal sized again). :I don't know if it makes sense to do it before we leave. What do you think?: 

:...I mean, if it succeeds then it's good because we know what in the worlds is going on, if it fails then probably Van will be really sad and that'll make it harder to make the return go well. ...I think I'd be inclined to try it. And if it doesn't work, we take a while off and go flying or something before we go back. And if it does, we have the best distraction ever when we get there.

:All right. I think we should try it. ...Van? You're probably the best person to do the scry. I assume the pharaoh has a crystal ball somewhere and we don't need to try to get back to the stupid buried palace: 

:Almost definitely.:

The pharaoh, it transpires, does; they can borrow it. 

And Vanyel takes a lot of deep breaths and grits his teeth and attempts to scry for 'the reincarnation of Tylendel'. 

And the spell wavers and wavers and resolves onto...

A very small, skinny boy with flaming red hair, dressed in a rust-coloured tunic, sitting at a desk in a chair too big for him and swinging his legs as he painstakingly writes out letters. 

:Um: 

:I haven't got the faintest idea who that is either: Yfandes relays the mental image on to Fazil. :Except, apparently not a Companion: 

:He's a...trainee at Bardic?: Vanyel is looking SO UNCOMFORTABLE. 

:Wow. Uh. 

I'm sorry, Van.:

:I hate to say it because it was a good suggestion! But this is NOT the best kind of distraction! It might be the worst kind actually!: Vanyel covers his face with both hands. 

:It does seem pretty upsetting!  Do you want to go Fly about it for a while?:

Vanyel is VERY DUBIOUS that this will make him feel better, but Yfandes is mentally poking him and insisting it's a good idea, so he agrees. 

They have a wand for emergencies but it's not morning in Azir, Rahadoum yet either so possibly Mahdi hasn't left yet.

"So is he, uh, soul bonded to the ten year old, or..."

"I did not ask," he whispers back.