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"Octavius? No he joined Baran before my father would let me in the place. His son now tends the bar."

"Nonius?"

"Aye, he's been behind the par as long as I can remember." There was a pause in the conversation between the two men filled only with the sounds of the forest. "Now what sort of a Censor would know anything about the North Banks?"

"I spent some time there."

"A long time ago?"

"Yes, so long ago it feels like another life." Gregor was shocked with how the death of Octavius had struck him. Surely he had known that the man could no longer be among the living? Known but not know. "It's amazing the paths of our lives. The directions and the twists and the turns. Baran knows this was never a positions I'd have imagined for myself."

"It's hard to know who could Censor." Eonus said with a cough.

"This is sadly true. And now what lies ahead? Is this not always veiled, and yet it would seem now more then ever."

"I'm not sure I follow you Censor?"

"An indulgence only. What did they ask of you? These skulled ones?"

"The skulled ones?"

"These men. Our captors. You might not remember it, but these men wear skull masks during battle. Large masks with horns and fangs, creatures the likes of which I do not know. Lacking anything else I began to refer to them as the Skulled Ones."

"Understood. What did they want of me? I don't really know Censor. They sat me down in one of their tents, with a blasted fire right in front of me. A fire in a tent! And then they began to jabber at me in that language of theirs. I couldn't make a soup out of what they were saying but they just kept talking to me. I was still weak in the head though, and they must'ave known that so they eventually stopped talking." Eonus clear his thought and spat. "Then they just looked at me. Eyes reflecting over the fire as I sat their sweating. Then the bastards just grunted, and I mean grunted at each other and took me back here."

"Must have got what they wanted then."

"Aye."