We’re in relative safety now. The patrolling birds have been called off in exchange for intellectual discourse. During our parlay with Lanavakri, the one who guards this oasis, I told her about my homeland and my tribe. From what she had learned, however, spirit speakers did not wear clothing that was different from the rest of the tribe, and had even asked if I were from the Eryvael. I attribute this to the region my tribe and our neighbors inhabit being more obscure. Still, these instances involving the Martyrs suggest that there is something more to the story that I need to find out.
We captured Tanamar’s tent and acquired some unique art objects. The Book of Names was there, and among those we recognized was Juliette, the name that Tallasht used when requesting Grey Company missions. Keeping control of cursed artifacts would be less difficult if he actually were a dragon, or at least affiliated with one. We also found Tanamar’s diary, which was rigged with an acid trap. I jokingly suggested that Voluntas should try to trick the ward by putting on some of Tanamar’s personal affects, but he took me seriously and did so. More surprisingly, it worked. Tanamar appears to be performing a test soon. I’m sure we can’t afford to let him complete his experiment.