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With a shim and a buzz, the suited man shuts down the psychic set. Not willing to negotiate further with the operative on the other side of the reciver, the Sanalite hands over the communicator back to its owner. Disappointed, she place the device back into her sack. The Matiyotlingur priestess tried to mediate a possible negotiation but alas, they still do not trust her enough to enact such a wild plan.

With her head still high, Xohildr takes her leave and goes to the one place where she can calm her mind; the medical bay. As she enters, the woman enthusiastically takes in the scent of formalin and formaldehyde. Such a wondrous combination of chemicals. The kind she could not experience back home. A loud thump bellows as she lies face first into the bean bag lying on the room's floor. The spacemen truly has the most amazing commodities.

Taking the tiara looking communicator out and wearing it on her head, Xohildr starts dowsing the local psychosphere for any active adventurers. Specifically those that match her beliefs. Two rings in her head. One from the immediate South and another from the far East. The priestess decides to go for the nearest psyche to the South. Focusing her mind onto the target, she awaits for any response.

"Cualitoa herra systir" the telepathic voice echoes in her mind. "Ayang, cualitoa herra systir" echoes the words of the priestess as she speaks with her mind. Another Matiyotlingur adventuress.

"To whom am I speaking with?" Xohildr asks. The reply came back in a matter of seconds. "Topilljorg. Faithful Skemmdarvargur of the Matiyotl Abbeytoir. Current operation; Surveying the enchanted woods of the Kirin." Xohildr receives glimpses of trees, with men of bark and leaves in-between. "Ayang?" She asks for a reply.

"Xohildr. Tlamacazqui Komma." she said telepathically.

"A priestess? Spreading the true faith far from home I hope so." Topilijorg answers positively.

"Mayhap. The locals are affixed with some of our rites. Some of their people even adopted our vegvisir." Xohildr recalls some of her memories, sharing the experience with Topilijorg.

"Curious people. Descended from the stars, methodically by the book, prone to rivalry I see. What seems to be the issue, young one?" she asks Xohildr.

"To summarise-ish, the locals accidentally caused a diplomatic incident. Something not particularly huge to begin with. A murder. Could be brushed off as a civil crime. Yet the embassy and the government got involved." she thinks while her mouth sighs.

"I see. Surely expecting a war to come out of this is... overblown. Every seasoned diplomat understands that not every diplomatic scandal should end in bloodshed. Unless the authorities condoned it."

"Well... the local authority is currently broken. A state of emergency, and so on. Discord and controlled anarchy seeps in the system. Those who are not supposed to represent do so, and those who are supposed to are preoccupied with maintaining the last sense of order."

"Such chaos..." a short pause between thoughts occur before a reply resumes. "Xohildr... how much of our faith have you shared?" Topilijorg asks.

"So far, only rituals were shared. Spiritually these men are still strong. But I do see an opening in their beliefs. Potentially a loophole in their sacred Grand Directive. What do you suggest?"

"Share the word of The End. Perhaps through organisation, you could help bring order. It may not be a full Chapter. But through stability, it is enough to convince them. If there are many who sees you as the reliable person you are, they will listen to you. The men who now carry our knowledge and vegvisir on their skin, they shall be the first of many."

"Dainty, yet extremely optimistic. I'll see what I can do, and Topilijorg, thank you."

"May the gods help you in your mission, priestess. Farewell, Xohildr. Cualitoa Heill Yectic Teocuacayotl!"

"Ayang, Topilijorg. Cualitoa Heill Yectic Teocuacayotl!"

With a deep breath, Xohildr takes the tiara of her temples. She will start with the library. The tattooed Sanalites are usually there. She will have busy days ahead.