Sleeping in a chair is not the most comfortable thing for an Eeee, but exhaustion trumps comfort sometimes. Alptraum's dreams in this state are just regular dreams, full of mostly nonsense with a few callbacks to his confrontation with Caradoc. In one short one, he was back at the Gormless Inn, with Caradoc and Abednego bar Abbas looming over him and cackling, with no other context save that Black Hearts were involved. In another he remembers the time Melusine appeared to eat his genitals. That one somehow involved the smell of Mateh though.. and the sound of slurping. This is what eventually wakes him up though.

Alptraum ughs and sort of rolls out of the chair, then pops his back several times. "Not a good place to sleep," he complains as he crawls for a bit until he can grab onto one of the side sculptures and pull himself up to his feet. "All right, who's slurping," he finally complains, "You woke me up."

Dragon Suite
Geometric patterns of red and gold spell out the walls and recesses of a tall chamber that is bathed in sunlight focused through a lens in the ceiling, constructed such that so long as the sun remains over the mountains of Babel, light comes down directly from above, and when that is gone, bronze braziers sculpted to look as if held aloft by flights of tiny dragons hang from long chains from the four corners of the ceiling. Polygrams and circles are described in ornate mosaics in the tiled floor, radiating outward from a raised dais in the center of the chamber. The floor changes levels at several points, with many rises and recesses, and there are many nooks and recesses in the walls, and many perches that fliers could exploit. A pair of double doors of stained thistlebark are guarded by twisting bronze serpents represented in relief on their surfaces.

Sluuurp. "They have really good brew here," Cricket notes from where she stands near the doors. "Lots of different sweeteners. They have xocholatl! That's impressive. You probably don't want to try stretching."

Alptraum blinks. "How did you get in here?" he asks. "Why are you here, for that matter?"

"I'm a Yodhbarada," Cricket points out. Then slurps again. "I wonder what kind of cream this is? Anyway, I'm here in an official capacity. With an offer to give and a favor to ask."

"This is also the Mage's Tower, and outside of everyone's jurisdiction, mine included," Alptraum points out and even shrugs some. "So, what's this offer and favor? If I had to guess, the favor will be greater than the offer."

"Well, that depends on if you like the offer," Cricket says. "The first part of it is about the Royal Mages," she teases.

"What's the favor you ask of me, first," Alptraum counters. "I don't agree to a favor without knowing what it is."

Cricket pouts. "Alright.. the Royal Mages have something that belongs to the Temple of Barada, and we want it back," she says.

"Can you tell me what it is so I know what to look for?" Alptraum asks and nods. "And to be fair, I'd have agreed to that anyway, anything to strip away their artifacts."

"It's the Eye of Barada," Cricket says, then looks for a spot to put down her mug, then just transfers it to a foot instead and stands on just one so she can use both of her hands. She holds them apart a bit, saying, "It looks like an eye with multiple.. eyes. About the size of a melon."

"That sounds disturbing," Alptraum admits, "But I can say the mage in custody didn't have it on him, nor I think in him. I assume it lets you seen the unseen, or something along those lines."

"It lets you create invisible spies," Cricket says. "We know it was in use recently, and wasn't with the group the Yodhrephath took down in the foothills. It's probably with one of the two remaining of The Faceless Trio."

"Ah, that must have been the formless shapes I sensed on the way back into the city. So sorry, they may be invisible, but I can spot them," Alptraum says and grins at Cricket. "You you all cannot use it to spy on me."

"What makes you think we spy on you?" Cricket asks, retrieving her mug. Sluuuurp.

"I didn't say you did. I just imagine you want to," Alptraum points out. "Given how it worked, I actually bet I could find it. It has a distinctive signature to it."

"Well, that could you lead to the remaining leaders," Cricket says. "We are fairly certain that Caradoc Pancrazio was one of the Trio."

"Oh, entirely likely, yes. He's in no shape to do much now, though. His mind is separated from his body. Now, what was the offer?" Alptraum asks and grins.

"Well, it's to do with your special guests," Cricket says. "Our offer is to find out their true identities and circumstances before they have their memories restored. The two Cervani we know were heading towards the Free City of Zannara when their airship went down. But they should remember that now themselves, even if they don't remember the crash."

"So, to let them decide if they want to go back to who they were, or stay who they are?" Alptraum clarifies. "That would be rather kind of you."

"Well, also because some of them are likely to be unsavory or criminals," Cricket says. "But having people feel thankful to Barada is always a good thing. Now, did you want help with the other problem regarding the men?"

"Forgive my ignorance, but what other problem regarding the men?" Alptraum asks.

"Well, where to put them, of course," Cricket says. "They can't stay here, with all the enchantments and such on them. Very dangerous."

"And you would want them to stay at Mount Barada?" Alptraum asks, brow arching a little. "Well, aren't you a little political schemer."

"Oh no, not at the hidden temple!" Cricket says, using her free hand to gesture in the negative. "We have someplace else a bit closer in mind. One of our.. hmm. Not sure how to describe it. But it's a hotel of sorts, run by the Temple."

"Ah, a place to get people to stay to learn their secrets for blackmail later," Alptraum says and nods. "And this offer is contingent on me finding the artifact?"

"Well, we'd need them there in order to find out who they really are actually," Cricket says. "Plus you already agreed to seek out the artifact! You just talk to the mages and deal with the paperwork, and I'll take care of the rest!" Sluuuuurp.

Alptraum moves closer and without even asking reaches over, cups her chin, and lifts a bit so he can check out her eyes. "And what if the mages do not agree to this?" he asks as he peers.

One eye is still mostly silver. "Well... then they have to sequester the men themselves. I'm sure they're agree though, because it doesn't cost them any room and board. Rhians eat a lot."

Alptraum places his hand over her eye and goes into it using the shadow to restore/re-enforce its coloration again. This one is /his/ after all. "Hmm, maybe I should get you a collar too, to go with your eye," he jokes as he does so. "And they may, or may not. It's not like they trust any of you; they trust me. But only so far," he points out.

"That tingles," Cricket says, holding her mug in both hands now. "Everyone trusts the Yodhbarada though. It doesn't pay not to."

"You belong to me, I don't have to pay," Alptraum jokes, lifting his hand away to check the result. "But yes, I can talk to them about it. It's beneficial to all of us, trust issues aside."

It takes a moment for Cricket's pupil to adjust to the light, so her eyes are mismatched in more than color until the silver one matches. Then she blinks. "Everyone is soooo jealous of my eye. And other bits!" Cricket says. "So I don't mind belonging to you."

"You can solve that, just tell them I plucked out your real eye and replaced it. They'll be less jealous when they think on that," Alptraum jokes and shrugs some. "Though I suppose I should also reconsider if you don't actually like me, or being my property, just that it makes others jealous..."

"I get to be your personal Yodhbarada though!" Cricket notes. "I'm your favorite, aren't I?"

Alptraum tickles under Cricket's chin. "Of course," he agrees. "So, is that everything then? Where is this hotel they'll be taken? The mages will want to know."

"It's under Cenesta Plaza," Cricket says. "The Laughing Chibix.. do you think the name is a bit of a giveaway though?"

"Just a bit," Alptraum concedes, "So, it's not like you're hiding it, which may make it an easier sell."

"Well, that and it's under close surveillance," Cricket notes. "Nobody gets in or out without our knowing, so it's fairly safe to stick people that you want left alone."

"Hm, it's also near that weird body art place. I should take you there sometime to be augmented," Alptraum muses and rubs his chin a bit.

"I'm already augmented though," Cricket claims, and winks her silver eye. "We aren't supposed to wear jewelry though, otherwise it might look like we can be bribed. Privately bribed, I mean."

Cricket brings up the mug of Mateh to try and get Alptraum's tongue dipped into. She has a big grin, of course.

He sucks his tongue right back in just before it touches. "See, I was thinking of ringing your gate closed, so it's only for me," Alptraum jokes and beeps her on the nose. "Anyway, I'll to talk to the mages about moving them."

"Also ask if the men can have something to eat and some clothes," Cricket asks. "Maybe some of them were exotic dancers though! Do you think that's likely?"

"About as likely as a Yodhblakat becoming a scholar on ancient texts," Alptraum remarks as he heads towards the door out.

"That would depend on how tasty the pages are," Cricket comments before Alptraum leaves. Sluuuurp.

Once outside, it's easier to hear commotion. It seems to be coming from the cafeteria. Cyprian may be there, or he may be down at the cell.

"Bunch of weirdos, all of them," Alptraum mutters. He sticks his hands in his pockets and heads towards the cafeteria first, it's closer.

There's a crowd. It's mostly the students, gathered in the entryway to look at the half-naked men inside the cafeteria. Most of them are asleep, but Sackcloth and Bright are awake and talking to Trilby, who is likely being kept upright by the power of caffeine as she has two mugs of Mateh that she's double-fisting.

Alptraum stops in the doorway and looks for Cyprian. "I have a new location the men can stay, and an opportunity regarding their condition. I can arrange help in uncovering their identities before their minds are restored. That way they can choose if they wish to become who they were, or stay who they are," he says as he approaches Trilby.

There's no sign of Cyprian, but Trilby turns towards Alptraum. "Ah, you look like you slept poorly," the Skeek says, and gestures to one of the cafeteria benches. "I've been doing cursory exams. They're all malnourished of course. Probably from being kept underground for gods know how long. I'm going to make them eat fruit. Even the tigers. Now, what's this about uncovering their identities?"

"The Yodhbarada run a ... sanctuary of a sort for some specific purposes. In payment for a request on my time for a matter pertaining to their sect, they have offered to help uncover all the men's history as best they can. Family, where they are from, who they were. As much as they can. And the place is well-watched and would be safe," Alptraum explains as he heads to a bench. "And yes, I slept poorly, my back hurts."

Once Alptraum is seated, Trilby starts feeling his back and shoulders. "What did you do, sleep in a chair?" she asks.

"Well, that sounds good to me, if we're going by personal preference," Sackcloth says.

"Yes, I was tired," Alptraum grumbles. "It is hard to continually change my shape, takes a toll."

"Hmm, I'm not sure it would matter much for me, since I still have my memories, such as they are," Mr. Bright says. "I've already told the Yodhrephath all I know, and an in no hurry to return to Saskanar yet."

The Skeek begins digging at some muscle knots. Her hands are small and not particularly strong, but it still hurts a bit until they pop.

"Don't want to give up being around the sexy Eeee, eh?" Alptraum jokes, right before wincing from that knot-digging in his back.

At least Trilby isn't jabbing Alptraum's back with her knee. It feels better when she'd done, but still stiff in places.

"While those have a rugged attractiveness, no I'm not referring to them. You must be a joy at parties," Alptraum comments and sighs. He rolls his shoulders a few times, making them pop. "Ultimately, its the mage's choice on if they will tryst the Yodhbarada in this matter. I am just relaying the offer."

"Do you trust them?" Mr. Bright asks Alptraum. "Because it seems the mages trust you at least."

"I trust at least one of them, and it was she who offered. Say what you will they do keep their word. As long as I fulfill their ask of me, they will fulfill their side," Alptraum explains. "And since their ask is to everyone's benefit, I have no desire to fail it."

"May we ask what it is, if only to understand just how much this offer of safe housing and background checking is?" Mr. Bright asks.

"They want me to recover an artifact the royal mages stole from their temple. It was used recently, so they know it is in the area. While it is supposedly hidden and invisible in its action, I can readily sense it. So, I am best equipped to find it," Alptraum explains.

"Ah, so this is very serious offer then," Mr. Bright says. "I'm sure most of the men will accept it."

"You aren't going anywhere just yet, Mr. Bright," Trilby says. "I need to study you a bit. If you really aren't under the same sort of spell as the others, I want to know why. Might be something about your brain, or your horn.. but for now you're the control subject."

"It's likely he's just a huge pain in the ass," Alptraum comments, "And doing spells on his kind is immensely difficult."

"Aeonians are very rare, and very solitary," Trilby notes. "When else will I have the opportunity to experi-... to study one?"

"That means she wants you in a collar and to be her boy toy," Alptraum translates for Mr. Bright.

"Stop trying to scare my patients," Trilby says. "Cyprian and Rostre will want to test him as well."

"Remember, I know what clothing you have," Alptraum points out to Trilby. "She wants to do to you, what you did to the mare that helped get you rescued."

"And back to your bed, I imagine," Alptraum comments. "If I see her, I'll let her know."

"I'm going to get some samples from the men," Trilby says. "Then I can say which ones need extra care."

"Please move aside, I have to get these to Mage Trilby," a familiar voice says from the corridor, as Summer squeezes through carrying a basket. "There are all of the lemons.. oh, hello Barsunala."

"Blood, urine, poop," Trilby says. "The Big Three.. just lemons?" Trilby turns to Summer mid-sentence.

"Using my title? How formal," Alptraum comments, "Especially from one who has erotic dreams about me." He grins.

"You look like you're at work though," Summer has. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who might have erotic dreams though."

"I'm always at work," Alptraum claims and shrugs. "So if you're going to sourpuss the folks here, I should go talk to Cyprian about moving people."

"They need the vitamins, otherwise they're likely to get scurvy," Trilby says. "He's probably down in the hole with Caradoc."

"So, I'll leave you to it, then. I'll pass your hugs and kisses on to Cyprian," Alptraum says as he rises. Stretching again before going (and grateful his back feels better), he breathes out, then heads towards the door.

At least the crowd makes a passage for him this time, so he doesn't have to shove. After all that time in dry air, the lower passages of the tower feel a lot more dank and musty. There's only one guard outside the cell at the moment, and the observation door is open. The guard is one of the ones from earlier, who salutes Alptraum again.

"You don't have to salute," Alptraum says, smiles and passes by. He even pats the guard on the shoulder. "So," he says when he enters, "I have an offer to made to me, and now I pass it on to you," he declares once past the main doors. Then he goes into the spiel about the offer of a place for the men to stay, and to have their histories researched first before their memories are restored.

"The men?" Cyprian asks, a bit groggily. He's sitting on the floor in a magic circle made of chalk, powder and little figurines. The room smells heavily of Mateh, suggesting that Cyprian still hasn't gotten any sleep.

"You really need to sleep. I am talking about the former victims of the mage here," Alptraum clarifies and sighs.

"Oh.. right, they're still here then?" Cyprian asks. "Yes, of course they are. It's only been.. a few hours hasn't it?"

"Yes, it's only been a few hours. Go to bed, you idiot. This can wait," Alptraum points out and sighs.

"I don't trust him," Cyprian says. "We need to make sure he's still in one of those heads and hasn't escaped..." He wobbles a bit, despite sitting cross-legged.

"And no one else can do this in your stead? You are near useless you're so tired," Alptraum points out. "Surely you have at least one apprentice here you can have work on this while you rest."

"Risky," Cyprian claims. "But we have the head in the extra box. An extra box. I don't think it needs air.." He really does look like he's about to fall over, but luckily Alptraum doesn't sense any magic charge built up in the circle at the moment.

"Then you are going to bed before you die, even if I have to make you," Alptraum counter, walks over, and actually picks Cyprian up and throws him over his shoulder. "You can spare a few hours to rest so that you can do more than die slowly."

"Then you won't sleep," Alptraum points out. "Now hush," he orders, and then for good measure wraps the mage in shadow to try and force him into unconsciousness as he carries him out and up the stairs.

This time, he's not accosted by Rostre on the way up the stairs, and with everyone else focused on the cafeteria it's relatively easy to sneak Cyprian to his office (which probably has sleeping perches at least). The Mage feels a bit light. He's probably not eaten for awhile either.

And so it's getting Cyprian to his room and hooking him on a perch before releasing him from the shadow-envelopment. "He's going to kill himself if he keeps pushing like this. He has nothing to prove, not even to me. This time he has to rest, there's no way around it," Alptraum remarks.

There's a knock on the door soon after. Then it just opens. A Khatta in the robes of a Novice pokes his head in. "Ah, I'm Mage Cyprian's student and.. uh.. secretary? Assistant," he says. "Does he need anything?"

"He needs someone to keep an eye on the old mage downstairs while he rests," Alptraum explains. "I don't suppose you can do basic monitoring?"

"Well.. probably," the lad says. "I can tell if Mind Magic is being used or a charge is being built up, and I can use Dispel.. if I have time. How is he?"

"The mage, or Cyprian? Cyprian is just very tired and being stubborn. So I made him sleep," Alptraum explains, "He needs rest, and a good meal. If you'd be willing to at least keep watch on the prisoner, that would be a great help."

"Can you make sure he eats then?" the boy asks. "If he gets sick.. he's a terrible patient. He gives everyone headaches."

"He already gave me one," Alptraum claims. "I'll make sure Triby takes extra care of him."

"Oh.. please don't punish him like that!" the boy yelps. "I'm Flapjack. His other student-assistant is Torgo."

"Why? He deserves it. Come on, I'll show you where the prisoner is. Lets just let him sleep for now," Alptraum says as he heads back out of the room and pushes the boy too. "I'm Alptraum, the Barsunala by the way. But don't let that worry you. It's this way. We just need to keep an eye on him for a bit, anything odd."

"Well, I figured you were important and tough if you could just carry him like that, and nobody uses shadow as a.. wrapping," the boy says, hurrying to follow Alptraum. "I've never been down to the lower parts of the tower. There's a rumor that if you're caught, the Mad Mage Rostre will gobble you up."

"There's probably truth to that rumor, she is a bit odd," Alptraum concedes as he guides the young one down. "And if Cyprian yells at you for doing this, tell him I made you. Put all the blame on me. There's no reason he should be mad at you over this."

"Is it going to be dangerous?" Flapjack asks, but not nervously. "I mean if I detect something building I should have time to dispel it, but not if it's really strong. But a prisoner isn't able to cast anything, I imagine."

"Well, it's the former head Royal Mage," Alptraum explains, "But it's unlikely he can do much in his state. Mostly we just need warning that something is building. We don't need you to act on it, just alert us."

The guard looks surprised to see the Novice. "Is everything alright?" he asks Alptraum.

"Cyprian needs sleep. His assistant is going to keep watch for any magic usage and report it to you. You'll need to let others know," Alptraum explains and pats the boy's shoulder.

The guard pulls something that's on a cord around his neck. It almost looks like a shorted recorder. "I have my alarm whistle," he says.

Alptraum winces. "Every Eeee in a mile or more will hear that," he admits. "But, that should work."

"There are coded tunes, and the walls are thick," the guard promises. "They'll hear it in the guard post."

"Neat," Flapjack says, then looks into the observation room and goes to study Cyprian's circle.

"Anyway, that's the plan. I accept full responsibility for this. If things go bad, it's on me," Alptraum instructs. "Cyprian was in no shape to continue, I had to take him to rest. Angry and alive is better than dead."

"Ah, mages are stubborn and likely to forget the basics if you let them," the guard commiserates. "Sitting in one spot for hours on end, not eating or drinking because 'biology is never convenient' and so on."

"They're not wrong, but there's only so far you can push before it's too much," Alptraum agrees. "Cyprian was more of a danger to the tower than the mage was in his current condition. I really had no choice but to make him sleep. I don't like involving someone so young like his assistant, but if he is Cyprian's assistant that means he must be quite competent. And until Cyprian recovers, we just need someone who can watch for oddities."

"Torgo is.. intense," the guard says. "Proper Babelite Mind Mage material, that one."

"So, would he be better to watch over the old Royal Mage, or worse?" Alptraum asks.

"Torgo might be able to keep Cyprian from over-exerting himself, if anyone can," the guard says. "Outside of you or Dr. Trilby."

"I'm less concerned about that, I'm concerned about keeping watch on double-brains in there," Alptraum points out and thumbs into the chamber. "If Flapjack is capable enough, it's fine. But if this Torgo would be better, I should know. Though if he's true babelite, I would also be more worried he might sympathize with the Royal Mage."

"I think they lost people in the Boomer, when the old campus was eaten up," the guard says. "I don't know Torgo enough to have spoken with them though. But you know when they're around."

"Well, maybe I'll meet them eventually. Or not," Alptraum says and shrugs. He looks into the room and asks, "Can you manage just keeping an eye on any magic work and alert the guard if you sense anything?"

"Yes, I will," Flapjack says, still studying the circle. "Shortcuts.." he mutters.

"Just be careful. You have nothing to prove. If you can't, there is no shame in it," Alptraum says.

"I know my limits, sir," Flapjack claims. "Showing off is for Illusionists and Fire Mages."

"Good. So, I'll leave you to it, then. Thank you, by the way. I'll remember you," Alptraum says. Though when a Babelite diety (or relative) says they'll remember you, it's probably not a good thing.

"If Mage Cyprian wakes up, could you ask him what spell he was working on?" Flapjack asks. "I can't recognize it. Mages always customize everything when they get better."

"He was trying to determine if the Mage's mine was still in his body, or the spare head, or elsewhere," Alptraum offers. "That much I know."

"Eh, scrying for minds?" the boy asks, then goes to sit away from the circle, facing the cell wall. "I'm going to start my vigil now," he says. "Hopefully nothing will tickle my whiskers before Mage Cyprian is recovered."

"Thank you again," Alptraum says and leaves the boy to keep watch. He's fairly sure Cyprian will be pissed later, but eh. He had no real option, Cyprian was about to drop bad.

At the junction there aren't any sounds to suggest that Rostre is up and about (but she can probably cause trouble while remaining perfectly still).

So, back up the stairs Alptraum goes again. This time to make sure Cyprian has stayed asleep. Knowing that stubborn fool, he may not be.

Entering the chamber, something seems off. Cyprian is still hanging where he left him, but it takes a moment to notice the other person in the room. The Eeee is white, but not in the same way Inala is white. The veins in their wings are visible, reminding Alptraum of Snow's skin. The white robes don't help much. The Eeee turns and looks at Alptraum with solid white eyes as well. "I don't recognize you," they say. They may be male or may be female.. the robes don't give an indication and the voice is raspy.

"An Eeee that doesn't recognize me? That's surprising," Alptraum says and arches his brow some. "Guess."

"I haven't heard your voice or sounded you before," the figure says. "You sound like an Eeee though. I don't know many in the tower, as I tend to keep to myself."

"Alptraum Reisender, Also known as the Barsunala," Alptraum answers, "Fair enough you wouldn't recognize me through those ways. Not that I'm here that often anyway."

"Hmm," the figure goes, their pink leaf-nose quivering for a moment. "I am Torgo, Master Cyprian's senior student. He hasn't bathed nor eaten in awhile. Are you the reason?"

"I am the reason he is resting. The reason he has not eaten is the Royal Mage he was guarding," Alptraum says. "I brought him up here to rest and made him sleep. Flapjack is monitoring in his stead."

"I have been too long in my chambers it seems," Torgo says. "It takes longer to read when you're blind. Is everything in hand now then?"

"For the time being, yes. You may have to relieve the other student at some point, but not right now. I just came back up to make sure he was still asleep. He was going to kill himself," Alptraum comments and sighs. "I take it you care for Cyprian, then."

Torgo is quiet. "I don't look after his daily needs, if that's what you mean," they say. "But he helped me after I lost my parents and my eyesight. So he cares for me in that sense. He is my only family now. I can usually get him do things if I ask." The Eeee's expression never really changes much. Only their mouth and nose seem animated.

"Your eyes are the result of injuries then?" Alptraum asks. "May I?" he asks next and approaches. "I am going to touch you."

The figure stiffens a bit at the approach. "Not injuries," they say. "Looked into it. The Boomer. And saw things that warped my vision, so that the normal world is just blank to me now."

"Mages. What do they know?" Alptraum comments and places a hand upon the Eeee's cheek. "This will feel strange, and I am sorry. But it will not hurt," he explains, then simply relaxes so that the shadow flows, drawing over the Eeee's face, mostly his eyes and slowly sinks in to give him an 'idea' of how things are. Just a check, a kenning.

There's nothing wrong with the eyes that Alptraum can tell, despite looking boiled. "What are you doing?" Torgo asks.

"Seeing if there is anything I can fix. I am not sure," Alptraum says as he pushes deeper, trying to find where things have simply .. stopped.

The nerves feel twisted as they lead to the brain.. and where they connect also feels wrong. Not damaged, just wrong.

"Hmm," Alptraum says and nods. "I can make you no promises, but I may be able to fix your vision," he says and pulls both the shadow back, and then his hand. "I cannot right now as it will take more magic than I currently contain within myself to attempt. But if I can bring an ally here, I may be able to attempt it. With your permission, of course."

"Let me look into you first," Torgo says, raising their hands to Alptraum's face. "You seem more damaged than I do. What does it mean to be Barsunala?"

"To know the pain of many. To see their lives, to feel their joys and sadness. I have been many people, seen the world through many eyes. Seen the finality of so many others," Alptraum explains and even shrugs a little. "If you wish to try, then do so. But i am not even entirely Eeee anymore; I do not know how that will be seen."

"You feel like you contain silent multitudes," Torgo says. "Minds that aren't.. alive. Making up pieces of you. Strange. I can almost see them, because they are shadows."

"I contain dead worlds. Dead civilizations. Echoes of eternity. They are mine to guard and protect until they can be freed to find new life, or final peace. That may be part of what you feel. Others, different skins I have worn, different faces that have been needed. I bring comfort to others if I can, but it does not mean I ever know comfort of my own," Alptraum says as he remains still and just lets Torgo examine him.

The pale Eeee stops touching Alptraum's face. "I'm not a religious person, not after what I've seen," Torgo says. "But I had assumed being divine would be more pleasant."

"Sure, if I chose to life for myself and for my own happiness," Alptraum says, "But I chose instead to help others. The forgotten, the powerless. I give back to others what I can, in hopes that in time they too will give back. I once said that one person can change the world through a single kind act. One life saved today could mean thousands tomorrow. One act of kindness today can make all the difference between someone growing up to do good for the world instead of trying to burn it down." He shrugs a bit, then breathes out before continuing. "There is so much I've done I've taken no credit for. I seek no worshipers, nor do I desire gifts. I've never seen myself as divine; just a broken soul. What I have done, and will do, is always just with the hope that one day it might make a difference."

"That sounds inspiring," Torgo says. "Maybe I'll do something useful someday. Certainly a reason to strive on, at least." They turn to look at Cyprian, and say, "He isn't dreaming. That's good. I'll be sure to keep watch for your thoughts from now on. Especially if you will return and help to bathe Master Cyprian. Perhaps it will get him to eat something if his nose hasn't shut down."

"The offer stands to try and restore your sight. I have access to some ancient artifacts that are older than the current schools of magic. I may be able to use them to repair your eyes. There is damage, of a sort; deep within. The channels that go into your head, the part that communicates with your mind, has been warped. It may be possible to ease it back where it should be. Eeee eyes are something I do know well in how they should ... connect," Alptraum offers. "You've been through horrors. I was not here when the boomer fell, but I felt it. I felt the screams of the dying. I cannot imagine having seen it. I would be honored to try and help a survivor recover a part of themselves if I can."

"There were such colors," Torgo whispers. "Such vistas. If I could see again, would everything be dull and colorless as I have been told I now appear to be? Would I just see through people? But I can sometimes see thoughts. Enough to recognize people I'm close to."

"You won't know unless you try," Alptraum offers. "Me, I see the world in so many ways, but even when I am looking as just a simple Eeee, I still see the vibrancy of life. So, think on it. I'll leave you to looking after him. I should make sure the remainder of the charges in care here are moved to their safe place."

Mages Guild Cafeteria
Once a dining hall, the cafeteria hasn't changed much. Instead of long tables there are scattered smaller ones, and buffet tables of various live and cold edibles. Hot food is available from the kitchen, although there are some enchanted tureens for hot beverages and soups. Since mages work all hours, especially in Babel where half the city is active at any given time, the selection of food tends to cover all meal options.

The cafeteria is still a bit chaotic, but the regular novices and assistants have been shooed away. The space has been converted into a sort of triage unit, with Trilby and her minions doing Life Magic detection scans on side and Rostre and her assistant doing Spirit Magic scans on the other. Trilby is looking a bit rundown, as do some of the formerly linked men, while others are still raiding the buffets.

Trilby turns to glare for a moment at Alptraum, before softening and saying, "You're younger than I am, so you don't count. Plus any weird stuff you do you can also undo."

"Partially It's the end result of helping someone else," Alptraum points out and shrugs. "Anyway, I came to say I do have a place everyone here can go live safely, as well as have their original identities determined before any memory restoring is done. People would have a choice to remain as they are, or go back to who they were. In case they prefer who they are now."

"Well.. that's probably easier than what I was going to suggest," Trilby admits, and scratches her cheek.

"Well, the downside is I'll owe a favor to the Yodhbarada for it. But at the same time, they also have the most extensive spy network in the world more or less, so ... we should get good information," Alptraum explains a bit further. "What were you going to suggest?"

"That you turn them all into small animals," Trilby says. "Until it was time for them to be treated."

"Yeah, that would have been a horrible idea," Alptraum admits. 'It would have wrecked their minds even more."

"What about just turning then all into Kavi then?" Trilby asks, more out of curiosity then as a suggestion.

"Clothing would be a good idea, yes. And probably four at most if I'm taking them. Large groups are harder to move," Alptraum says after a bit of thought.

"Check with Rostre, she's probably finished that many," Trilby says. "I make sure they're alright before sending them her way."

"Greeaaat," Alptraum mutters and heads over to Rostre now. "When will people be fit enough to move? I have another location they can stay to lessen strain on resources here," he asks.

"All of them?" Rostre asks. "Or jussst the onesss I don't think will turn into zombiess?"

"Ssso far, yes," the Naga claims. "I may want to keep that one.. for obssservation," she notes, indicating Mr. Slither, who is just loitering about.

"BEcause you think he's cute, right?" Alptraum asks, "And you want to hump him."

"That would be unethical," Rostre claims. "But he can carry Rhianss once they get worked on. Could hire Fnerfs but they sshed everywhere."

"Since when have you been ethical?" Alptraum points out. "But, the point that he could carry weight is valid."

"Sssso, fix him before fixing stallions," Rostre says. "Except Aeonian, he'ss about asss heavy asss the Cervani boy."

"More sexy, though," Alptraum comments. "But yeah. He should probably one of the first batch."

"Otherwissse, the Rhiansss and Aeonian don't ssseem to have obviousss active enchantmentss, but artifact sstuff iss hard to detect," Rostre says, as she waves Mr. Stitch over to be checked.

"I'm pretty sure the Aeonian is clean. They're hard to mess with on any level," Alptraum points out.

Rostre's assistant is going going over the Vartan with what look like spectacles for a multi-eyed alien, with cobwebs instead of glass.. or else glass that's etched and cracked that way. "Big oness can go then, Trilby going by weight I guesss. Cervani.. already processed ssso not sssure what will be happening with them."

"Verified clean, then probably sent home I suspect," Alptraum says and shrugs. "Well, I'll leave you with Mr. Unpleasant and start taking people to the new location then."

"I not unpleasant," Mr. Stitch squawks, only to be shushed by Rostre. Slither, Sackcloth, Straw and Bright are over towards the corner. The equines have very basic trousers on still, which definitely need cleaning. They look a bit anxious.

Alptraum heads towards them. "I'll be taking you to a better place to rest and recover," he tells them when he approaches. "A hotel, of a sort. It should be a lot more comfortable. It will also allow a special team to determine who you used to be."\

"Yes, you will be perfectly safe. You will be staying with allies of mine," Alptraum says. "So, don't worry."

"Probably a nicer bed, yes. I haven't seen it in person yet, but I know my allies. They would not go for uncomfortable. Will you be ready to go soon?" Alptraum asks.

"We don't have anything to carry, so.. yes?" Sackcloth says. Mr. Bright explains, "All of my notes and books are with the Yodhrephath."

"I can request those be sent. So ... if there's nothing else we should get going," Alptraum says, "I'm going to have to make this trip several times after all."

"Alright then, if there's nothing else we need to bring, then I suppose we're ready," Sackcloth says.

The Laughing Chibix
Deep beneath the upper decks of Cenesta Plaza where no sunlight penetrates is this nondescript looking room-by-the-hour hotel. It's only two floors, given the restricted space, and may be built into one of the plaza supports. There are no windows, as there's nothing to see outside, and the door is emblazoned with a cartoonish looking laughing chibix.

"Still in the dark," Mr. Bright says after traveling the various bridges to get here. "But it sounds close to people." There is plenty of noise from the Plaza above at this time of day.

"This is one of my allies. She actually belongs to me, so you can trust her," Alptraum says by way of introduction of the equine-types to his ally, Cricket. "You can call her Cricket. Or Alptraum's Pet. Either works," he says while grinning.

"Yodhbarada Cricket, actually," Cricket claims. "I'll be your contact here, and working to find out who you are. Or were, depending on if you like the results or not." She eyes the raggedy clothing and asks Alptraum, "Maybe they should just go naked?"

"That would be rude. They should have clothing," Alptraum counters and shrugs. "Or is it you would prefer them naked?"

"I've never seen a naked Rhian or Aeonian," Cricket notes. "Wait here a moment," she says, then heads to the other side of the alley, towards Slaves to Art.. and then goes inside.

"Eeeeh, it's more a fetishwear and body art store," Alptraum explains. "So if you want to have a lot of body jewelry, tattoos, or scarring work done, you can go there."

"I'm fairly certain I wasn't into that, since I don't have any tattoos now, that I know of," Sackcloth says. Then Mr. Slither lets out a slight hiss when Cricket emerges with several of the Naga stylists, including Sephia. "They're going to take everyone's measurements," Cricket explains.

"Why? I don't know if I can accord paying for a bunch of new clothing," Alptraum points out, sighs.

"Once we have measurements, clothes can be found," Cricket claims, as the Nagas start going over the men with their measuring cords. "If nothing else, we can get them kilts. Nobody cares if you're mostly naked if you're wearing a kilt."

"So, you're putting them all in dresses, then," Alptraum remarks. "I've learned something new, how you like your men."

"Eeeh, matter of opinion on that," Alptraum counters. "And as promised, they will be safe here, yes?"

They're all trying to remain stoic while the grabby Nagas make them spread their arms and legs and have no sense of personal boundaries while they work.

Alptraum thinks it's better them than him. He knows exactly what those Naga are like.

Sephia finishes with Bright, and starts to slither towards Alptraum, cord in hand.

Alptraum holds up his hand. "I won't be staying, there's no need to measure me," he says.

"I'm sure. I mean, you can measure me, but there's not a lot of point to it," Alptraum points out, shrugs.

Cricket shakes her head to Sephia, who waits until the others have finished. Then they all slither back to their shop. "I'll try find something for them," Cricket says, and gestures for everyone to follow her into The Laughing Chibix.

Alptraum rolls his eyes. "I told you, you can trust her," he says, then moves to follow Cricket into the hotel/safehouse.

There's a check in counter, but Cricket is already collecting room keys from it. The Eeee behind it looks very disinterested in everyone. "The big people rooms are closer to the end of the hall," Cricket notes. Due to his horn, Bright has to bend a bit, but Mr. Straw is barely grazing the ceiling. The doors along the way also vary in size. "The privy and washroom are at the end there," Cricket points out ahead of them. "Although you may want to consider an actual bathhouse to start with."

"Why should they consider an actual bath house? I'm not sure I want them associating with the public at this point," Alptraum asks of Cricket.

"There's a private one down here," Cricket says. "Mainly for efficiency, so they can all get scrubbed down at once, and with hot water." They reach the end of the hall, and Cricket starts handing out keys."

"Ah, fair enough reason, then. That should work fine initially," Alptraum agrees.

"I'll arrange something once they're all accounted for," Cricket says. "They aren't all going to be this big are they?"

Sackcloth opens the door to the room he was given, and nods in approval. "There are air vents, and actual furniture," he notes.

"Yes? I did tell you the accommodations would be better than what you had," Alptraum says and nods. "You should know by now you can trust me and that I am actually trying to help all of you. It's not like I didn't almost die for you recently."

"It's just a lot of change in a short period," Mr. Bright explains. "And a lot of stress as a result. We'll be fine in a little while."

"And I will also again repeat, you can trust Cricket as if she were me. I know you abuse at the hands of Eee has been extensive, and as a result you have every right to not trust us, especially anyone tied to older Babel like the Yodh are often thought. But again, she is trustworthy, on my honor and word. So if you have any faith in me, then please trust her. She will try to help you. The costs are mine to bear, in hopes that you will forgive the Eeee for what happened to all of you," Alptraum repeats. "It's why I referred to Cricket as mine instead of by her title; so you wouldn't have a reason to worry, and once you got to know her, it wouldn't matter."

"Well, learning who we are is also a bit frightening," Sackcloth says. "But abuse or not, it will be good to know if it's worth returning to that life. So this may all be a second chance in the end."

"I know. It's why I agreed to the terms of it. I wanted to offer you the chance," Alptraum says. "Now, I should probably go back for the next batch. Yodhbarada Cricket? I leave them in your care," Alptraum says.

"Well.. I'll be here to answer questions, and I'll be interviewing each of you," Cricket says, and smiles. "I'll also see about getting you some fruit, and safe sunlight."

Alptraum pauses to put a hand on Cricket's shoulder. "Thank you. I leave them in your care," he repeats. There might also be an implication that should anything happen to them, he would also hold her responsible for it. Since she wanted her role and status known, she gets the responsibility now of it all; he can't shield her.

By the time Alptraum gets back to the Guild Tower, the remaining men have been processed. The big ones are Mr. Stitch and the two tigers, Stripe and Cottonmouth, with the Jupani Mr. Blue finishing that quartet. Mr. Fingers and Mr. Puff are the smallest.

"Nothing weird found," Rostre says. Trilby has passed out at one of the tables, apparently, with her face down in her arms.

"Are you done with everyone else, then? Maybe I can take them all in one shot," Alptraum says as he looks towards the exhausted Trilby.

"This iss all of them," Rostre says. "Skeek and Lapi may get bellyachesss, ate a lot of bread and passstry."

"All right, well, I'll take them over then. Thank you for all your effort and work. I know it wasn't easy on anyone. I wish i had enough coin to show you gratitude in monetary terms too, but my actual funds are limited. But as you know, you can always call on me for help too," Alptraum says.

"I think we're going to charge the Coalition government," one of Trilby's assistants claims while packing up. "Part of the whole bounty thing, probably. Or they're already paying us. The Guild rep would know. So if you have expenses, he'd be the one to check with."

Alptraum actually laughs. "Wow, someone thinks I get paid? I've never so much as seen a shekel for anything I've done for the city," he comments and shrugs.

"So.. do you ever actually have to pay for stuff, or is it all considered a donation to the Temple?" the boy asks, trying to figure out just how money works with the Yodh and such.

"Of course I pay for stuff. I have rarely used my status for any gain, that would demean it," Alptraum points out. "I usually barter if I do not have actual money. Effort for effort."

"Well.. you're probably owed something for all this," the apprentice says, before closing up Trilby's medical case. "Accountants can be funny like that." Then he joins the other assistants and leaves without trying to rouse Trilby.

"The Cervani are ssstill around somewhere," Rostre says. "Maybe with Guild managers."

Alptraum shrugs. "I'm not sure what are to become of the Cervani. I suppose they can come stay too, though I thought they'd most likely be sent home. I'll check back here after I deliver these folk and see what the plan is then," he says. Then it's over to the remaining folk to explain where they are going, and start heading that way."

Once they make it to The Laughing Chibix, the group is subjected to having their measurements taken, and the same introduction to Cricket. They seem less inclined to question anything than the Rhians, probably because they were in positions where following instructions were critical. Cottonmouth in particular shows interest in the whole finding out who they were before opting to have their identities restored. He unconsciously rubs at his ear with the slave tattoo in it. "One Naga, so he'll need live food, and four carnivores," Cricket notes down. "I've got a lot of groceries to get."

"Good thing we're closed to shopping stalls and the like," Alptraum points out. "Bills can probably be submitted to the Coalition government."

"We have our own way of billing, and if we involve the Coalition they'll want our findings on the men's identities," Cricket says.

"Just noting it in case it gets expensive," Alptraum says. "If you have your own ways, I'll trust to them."

"We prefer favors after all, but rest assured the people funding this won't know what they're paying for," Cricket says, and smiles.

"Fair enough, but remember my reputation is on this too, please," Alptraum points out.

"Don't worry," Cricket says. "We'll keep an eye out for anyone that seems curious about them. It's not like they can be used to lure the remaining Royal Mages into the open, so keeping them hidden is something we're very good out."

"Good, because if it causes me any grief I'm taking YOU over to Slaves to Art and having them decorate you from head to toe," Alptraum warns.

Cricket's eyes go wide at that. "Does that mean I shouldn't let Honey know there's an available Lapi buck?" she asks.

"Only if it will cause me problems. If it doesn't, feel free," Alptraum says and sighs.

"I'll let him know about her after I find out who he is," Cricket promises. "As for Alois, the Aeonian, we already know who he is, just not details about where he's from. The Hemstones where originally bound for the Free City, but that's out of our hands."

"That's his name, Alois? Huh," Alptraum muses. "More information than I had. Have you already told him?"

"No, he told me," Cricket says. "His memory wasn't actually tampered with, he's just old and forgetful."

"It's not like Aeonians are hard to identify, unless they've lived in caves up on lonely mountains for a few centuries," Cricket says.

"Say that to the thousands I watch over," Alptraum remarks with a bemused sort of smirk. "The ones on this world aren't the only ones there are."

"Maybe so, but there are a lot fewer of them, I'm sure," Cricket says with a grin.

"That's true," Alptraum concedes. "If there's nothing else I'm needed for, I should probably be going and let them settle in."

"And if Alois memory is fine, why are we holding him at all? He should be releasable now," Alptraum adds, realizing that.

"Well, we have a sort of 'hold' request on him from the Yodhrephath," Cricket says. "And the Coalition will probably want to see him too, if they find out what his role was in all of this. He's very valuable as a military advisor. And probably other things."

Alptraum frowns. "So, we're holding him hostage. After all the crap they've gone through, we're doing it ourselves. I do not approve of this," he says, actually growling. "Maybe i should have wiped everyone out after all in all the temples and government."

"I imagine it'll be more of a job offer," Cricket says. "We may make an offer as well."

"If I find out otherwise, it won't be pretty," Alptraum comments, and shakes his head. "I intended to stop this sort of dagh-sucking shit, not help it."

"Don't fret," Cricket says, making placating gestures with her hands. "We're going to lay out all the options for these men. Those that choose not to return to their old lives still need placement, after all."

"It bothers me more I wasn't told upfront, either. I just find out now, after I told these men to trust me," Alptraum points out, actually getting angrier. "They're here on my word. They trusted me. Not the Yodh, not the Government. Me. I nearly died to save them, Cricket. If I've been used to imprison people too." He trails off there and instead punches the wall with his left hand, hard. When he draws it along and off he leaves a long smear of blood. "I'm done here," he says, then heads for the exit.

"Alptraum!" Cricket calls and hurries after. "I'm just going to let him know his options! If he wants to leave, he can.. but he doesn't seem certain yet."

Alptraum turns and looks. Drops of blood are falling off his left hand onto the floor and starting to pool. "You just said the Yodhrephath also issues a hold on him as well, and after him the city government," he points out, voice measured and almost dead-sounding. "Everything I have done, has been at cost to me. I have had no personal gain in any of it. Any. Of. It. I don't get paid, I don't get anything. Most of what I've done isn't even known, and that was intentional. I have always acted to help my people as a whole, and ignored the cost it has taken on me in hopes it would actually make a difference. So, forgive me if finding out I've just been an idiot pawn isn't exactly filling me with warmth and kindness right now. Gods, I'm such an idiot. I was just telling one of the mages about how everything I've tried to do has never been about my own happiness, but for the greater good of all. Now, if you don't mind, I have probably broken my left hand and need to deal with it."

"That just means they'll want to talk to him, and right now that's just the Yodhrephath," Cricket says. "Not everything is sinister! He's under the Yodhbarada's protection now, so we can find out what he wants and then tell the Yodhrephath if he will see them. We still have to find out where he's from!"

"We'll see," Alptraum says. He grabs the lower part of his left sleeve with his right and tears off a strip of the fabric, then wraps it around his bleeding left hand. "You don't have to worry, I gave my word I would fulfill the request asked of me. I will still find the relic the Temple of Barada has asked for in payment," he says as he's trying off his makeshift bandage with his right hand; irritating given his decreased sensation in the fingers as it makes deft movements a bit harder.

"I have to," Alptraum points out. "Where would they go? The Mages Tower can't really take then back now. I can't afford to pay for anything myself if it's actually money needed. So, I just have to see what happens now. I've set this in motion, and what comes of it ultimately falls on me."

"Do you need to know what we find about who they are, or just what they choose?" Cricket asks.

"Probably both. I will be checking in on them here from time to time," Alptraum says.

"Do you happen to know what order they're scheduled to be treated in?" Cricket asks. "It would help us prioritize."

"Thank you, we don't have the resources to find them all at once," Cricket says. "I imagine Cyprian needs to recover a bit, and they probably have more to do with the captive first."

"All the mages need to recover. Which is why I'm going to try and just set my hand myself if it's actually broken and deal with it. I've asked too much of them already," Alptraum says.

"Can't you heal it yourself?" Cricket asks. "They might be able to set it in Slaves to Art."

"Right now I want to hurt, it's an outlet for how pissed off I'm feeling," Alptraum answers simply.

"Please don't be angry with me," Cricket pleads. "I'll let you know what Mr. Bright decides as soon as I've gotten the offer from the Yodhrephath, and find out if he wants to contact the government at all."

"It was either punching the wall, or undoing your eye mark. I chose to punch the wall," Alptraum says, "As for what he does, as long as it's his choice, that's time important part. I am fairly sure he was not helping them by choice. But after everything now, Dagh, I could be wrong about that too."

"I'm not convinced that he isn't under some sort of influence," Cricket claims. "The Royal Mages have all sorts of magic tools, and he did have a connection. So it's not like he's immune to everything, even if modern magic isn't effective on him."

"And he shouldn't have forgotten where he lives," she adds. "They can't have had him for that long."

"Says who? What if he's been a prisoner for a century? No one knows what all they've had and those of his kind do not die of age," Alptraum points out, then shrugs. "It's entirely possible he's working with them willingly or he's been a long term prisoner, or any other number of things. What bothers me is I'm too stupid to even realize of course any faction is going to want him to work for them. You just said The Yodhpehath do, and have held him because of that desire. Then you freely admitted so do the Yodhbarada, and then the government as well. The pain I am in right now my my own punishment for just being a naive fool. If I've completely ruined my hand, so be it. I really don't care at this point and it would be an appropriate punishment for being so stupid."

"We'd like him for analysis skills," Cricket explains. "But that's tricky, because he couldn't actually work directly with us, so we'd have to set up a whole.. agency. It all comes down to whether or not he wants to stay in Babel. I don't imagine him making a snap decision either way. We also don't know if previous life skills carry over in the amnesiacs. I can't believe they were just snatched out of convenience. We won't know until we find out who they all where. Well.. we have a pretty good idea for the Vartan. The tigers will be hard, since they aren't exactly common locally, but that implies snatching people from pretty far away."

"Or just in the wrong place at the wrong time when passing through. Either way, there is a lot to do, and i should allow it to get done. So, I should be leaving. If anyone asks about the blood, just tell them I got bad news and leave it at that. I don't need to cause them any further worry," Alptraum says.

"I'm sorry I upset you," Cricket apologizes again. "But I'm trying to let you know everything involved with our effort."

"My own stupidity upsets me more. These are things I should have already realized. I have treated all of you far less formally thank I should have, all for the sake of trying to be more than just an ally of convenience. In that I was probably wrong, I should have stuck to formality, proper titles, and appropriate distance. This is my failing, not yours," Alptraum says as he waves with his right hand; his left just hangs limply right now.

"But I like you being familiar.." Cricket says, then shakes her head, before saying, "Go get that taken care of!"

"No, you don't. I saw the upset when I jokingly referred to you outside as my pet. Which I only did at the time to set the men at ease with me handing them off to another group of Yodh after having been effectively prisoners of one the less sociable sects. I wanted them to know you before any preconceived notion of your role and duty came to bear so they wouldn't feel stressed even further. But, I also know it must have felt like disrespect, and you were upset over it; that was clear quickly. In that I owe you an apology. It was not intended as such, and executed poorly on my part," Alptraum says as he shrugs again. "I think honestly, it's time I left the city for a while, by myself, and think on if anything I have done here has ultimately really mattered. All the same games continue to be played, and I was stupid enough to think maybe i managed to change the board a little."

"You've made a big difference," Cricket insists. "We would never have done this for people that weren't paying us.. if at all, beyond proving that the Yodhbarada still have the best intelligence network, at least better than the Royal Mages. But we're struggling. The new Babel needs Yodh that actually contribute something, and that's because of you. All the old wicked nobles have been routed out, and the others know to play nice now. We almost have all the Royal Mages caught!"

"We'll see. I should get going. I also do recommend you get my blood cleaned up. If I do leave the city for a while, I can promise I won't be findable. And I don't think you'll want the last known place I had been, to have my blood in it. You know the conclusions many would draw from that as well as I do," Alptraum points out.

"I'll clean it up," Cricket says. "Nobody will know you've even been here, the girls at Slaves to Art are discreet."

"I should at least get the treatment order sent before I disappear, or whatever I decide to do," Alptraum says. "You'll need that to better deal with the men, anyway."

"Thank you," Cricket says, shuffling her feet. "This is my first big task, you know."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. You're less of an idiot than I am," Alptraum says. He waves once more with his right hand and heads for the exit.

There isn't anyone outside in the alley (but it's still probably being watched by Yodhbarada or their agents). The sounds of the plaza are normal, nobody realizing how close things came to being a disaster.