Book One, Chapter Five, Post Two

“They speak of torture and soul selling, but they know so little,” a dark voice purrs in Del’s ear as Quiberron natters on and Roland and Flynn argue. “So very little.” Del quickly inhales and looks over to see where voice is coming from. She whimpers. There is laughter. Then the sound fades into the night.

Quiberron bumps into Rallaak, who stopped suddenly when Roland and Flynn did. 

“Uhhh... why did we stop? Why are you two glaring at each other? Did someone do something wrong?” Quiberron looks from Roland to Flynn and back uncomfortably.

Del reaches out and tightly grasps Quiberron’s forearm. Staring straight at the back of Terrence's head, she mutters, "Lady, please don't hurt me." She looks like she is about to pass out.

“Del, what’s wrong?” asks Quiberron, ignoring Roland and Flynn’s drama. “Is the argument bothering you?”  Quibberon holds Del’s hand to his arm in case she drops it, and creates a minor illusion in the air between her and the two arguing party members. He paints a picture of a fox by a blue stream, surrounded by green leaves. The picture hangs in the air, unmoving, but blocking Del’s view of Roland and Flynn.

Del seems unresponsive for a while, her eyes glazed over. She blinks, seeing the fox, smiles. She looks over at Quiberron Libran, "What happened? I feel unwell." Her grip on his arm relaxes. "What an adorable fox."