Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 29.782 (section)

==<font color=red>Khalim</font>==
: '''''"...ah... yes... the word from the Ls, earlier on this eve.  That disturbance... that was the death of this traitor then?  Well... good... is it all done then?  What of those that he made deal with?  What of those dark legates of Highwall?  What will they do now?... Now that their infiltrator has passed?  Is this not of worry?  <br> <br> I must warn you my 'friend', this place has become a plague of rumor - second only to the Bluff.  Word spread quickly of the dragon-beast thing for which Free Sussar Ghulvenne transmogrified himself into.  It is sure that his life is now in danger.  <br> Not for Shadow Law being broken, but for all those that can make barter with the knowledge of such a display of channeled power outside the realm of Shadow.  Word will spread quickly to the ports and beyond.  The name Zal'Kazzir Ghulvenne will be known and hunted, as too will it be known that he travels with the Orc and Elf.  That is if the mob doesn't find it's fear and form to force him off Bildgewater... <br> Lord Ghulvenne struck me as a good man, full of vigor, passion and honor... I saw it in him, but his arrogance will be his undoing - be mindful of that 'friend'.  Temper his beast as he can aid you to temper yours. <br> <br> I offer you an alternative to the hateful prayers on the hour of Shadow my 'friend'...  My people take belief in the heavens.  There was once a day when Shadow did not fall, there is a light in the stars above and where there is light - no darkenss abounds.  My people believe that when you die you will take your 'heaven ride', the god riders of the Sorshef shall challenge you. If you are found wanting you will be thrown from your mount and forced to walk dishonored in the dark places between the stars. If you are worthy my 'friend' you will ride with the gods and your ancestors among the stars for all time.  This is the 'Hashu'.  It is a way to clear the path, I offer you to look to the stars, toward Badrua the Star Tower and seek the 'riding host'... the Sorshef... the army of gods who ride across the night sky when the sun falls on epic quests. They, my 'friend', are not the benevolent deities of other races, but as with the strength in your born people - they honor strict teaching, sending only harsh lessons thourhg parables and adventures and tales of wisdom, ethics, heheh of common sense... and of HONOR my 'friend'.  <br> ...are these not things of value to you?  Is this what you seek to be hole again?  I offer my hand if it can be a means of strength to you.  I have some of these stories written... my daughter Zia learns our written language by recreating the texts of the Sorshef Sahi......  I can introduce you to her if you like.  She is beautiful, she is why I have not forsaken life.  She is the source of my fire, for which YOU rekindle now."'''''