"You're welcome. That was all, unless you have anything else urgent to report."

"No, I gave everything to Anevia already. Thank you for taking the time to see me."

"Inheritor go with you." 

"And with you." Okay time to get out of Irabeth's way. 

She's out in the courtyard again when the griffin crashes into it. 

Almost immediately, the griffon turns into a human. "What in the name of the Green Mother's tits is going on in this crazy town?" he bellows. If the rough landing affected him at all, he isn't showing it.

His eyes settle on Lusilla. "Ohhh, I remember you. You were in that ravaged fortress with all the books! You can explain all this to me."

OH it's statue guy! Lusilla also remembers statue guy. 

"That 'fortress' was a library," Lusilla explains. "A library is a building where you have a whole bunch of books in one place, so a lot of people can read all of them, instead of most people not being able to afford one book by themselves." 

"Not that part! The rest of it! One minute, I'm laying myself down for a nap in a glade one summer's day, and the next, I'm waking up among ruins, and flames, and monsters running riot. And nobody knows me--I'm Ulbrig Olesk, chief of the Olesk clan, that gave Barzhag's orcs a drubbing--my name's famous across Sarkoris!" 

"Well, that'll do you no good with me, I'm from Iobaria. Actually, I think you and I have a lot in common! I also ended up here mysteriously! One minute I was foraging for herbs for my mother, and the next I'm waking up on a stretcher with a mysterious wound, being carried inside the city! Although I showed up, like, slightly before the demons attacked."

He shakes his head. "Damned odd. So you don't know either?" he looks around for someone else who maybe knows about things. 

"Well, I do also know that you're in Mendev, now, not Sarkoris. Which might explain why nobody's heard of you. Although I didn't think there was anyone still living in Sarkoris, anymore." 

"What the bloody hell does that mean!?"

"I mean, the Worldwound hasn't left it a very...hospitable...place..." Wait. Hang on. How long had that griffin statue been in the library. "Um. Hang on. When did you go to sleep again--do you. Know what the Worldwound is." 

"No," he says suspiciously. 

"Well, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, but, like, a hundred years ago, ish, Sarkoris sort of got un-existified. By demons. Which are now invading this city. Deskari showed up and threw the Wardstone and murdered a silver dragon." 

"A hundred years? Deskari himself? Pull the other one." 

She plants her hands on her hips and glares at him. "I'm serious." 

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me what's really going on, I'll ask someone else." He looks around. "This is a tavern, right? Sampling the local ale seems like just the thing to improve the day. I'll tell you one thing, though: whatever's going on, you're not wrong about there being demons about, and I'm always down for a scrap. You can count on me to break demon horn." 

"Well, that's good," Lusilla sighs as he strides inside. 

"This is ridiculous," Daeran accosts her when she comes inside a few minutes later. "Not only are we accumulating righteous crusaders while scouring the city, but now they're showing up here on their own! Something must be done." 

"...Who exactly are you asserting is a righteous crusader, the evil rat cleric, or the guy who didn't believe me about the Worldwound when I told him? I can sorta see how Ember might count, I can't think of anything a paladin would object to about her, but Hulrun didn't like her and you let her do your hair, so don't pretend you're objecting to her."

"I suppose you have a point. Still, you have to admit that things are getting a bit ridiculous." 

"Oh, I figured we'd already tobogganed off that particular slope a while ago. I didn't especially mind, ridiculous is often fun." 

"Well, I suppose I can't argue with that logic."

"Right. On a mostly unrelated note, Horgus Gwerm wanted to be escorted back to his mansion, to secure it or grab some stuff that mattered to him, or something, if he mentioned the details I have forgotten them. We're not busy right now. Interested?"

"Why not. But if we pick up anyone new this time, I'm definitely going to make fun of you again."