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This was your mother's pendant.

Khan gave it to you, didn't he?

He did the glorious class victory in our funeral morning lesson. All my life

I've been taught to fear the Mahri spirit.

This underly magic is what Manfort used so many years ago to bring death and

destruction to our land.

This archivist, you say he's an expert on Mahri.

Could he get this thing out of me?

You'll need a guide.

Joran is a good guide. You like books, young lady?

I'm stuck!

What's going on? Payment on delivery.

He will see you.

I am Thomas, Featherwell Rye, master of this castle, and known to

some as the Arcanist.

Welcome, new Marie.

I was dragged into a carriage by two of your goons.

Did they hurt you?

I regret that Sackpool, like the heretics market, is not a place for

manners. Or common sense.

I've been on my way to you for a week.

You didn't need to hire Brute to compel me.

I understand your friend, Hunter. My guide and I had an agreement to get me

you.

Well, evidently it's worked out, just as you intended.

May I?

You can count the dots.

Forgive me, I never thought I would see this in my lifetime.

A new Mari.

May I ask what gifts it grants you?

There's been so many stories.

Hardly gifts.

People have died.

And lived, I understand.

My hospitality has been appalling.

You must be exhausted.

Jaggery, please show our honoured guest to her room.

Very good, Rye.

Young Joran left this for the lady.

The Rye left this for you, my lady.

It's all right.

Your mayor, is it?

Call me Ren.

I won't hurt you.

I'm sure you wouldn't, miss.

But can you be saying the same of the spirit?

Nirith gave you that mark for a reason.

To warn good folk away from the thing within you.

But... Nirith created the Mari from her father's last breath.

To be sure, but they grew wicked after.

All the people Lord Montfort killed.

The Kanath saved us from him.

And from the evil of the spirits.

The spirits can heal as well.

I've seen it.

I've done it.

No one ever taught us the Numari could do that.

I've never heard such a thing, to be sure.

Now, we shouldn't keep the Rai waiting.

How well do you know him?

My family have served the Rai and his family for many years.

The whole castle was once as grand as the Leith Hall.

Times may be hard.

But he's always treated us well.

He's a good man, so he is.

Cross up the dresses to your liking.

So you have seen my little collection.

Needless to say, the K 'nath would not approve.

Fortunately, the castle has some interesting original features.

After you.

Where did all this come from?

Collected over the years.

It all started in Helgoth.

The Parais still teach us that cursed place, I assume.

The Insurrection.

They defied the Ganath.

Helgoth lay on the edge of my father's estate.

The entire Third Army swept through it to the raves that had not been seen

the Seven Year War.

My earliest memory was seeing the sky turn black with smoke.

Afterwards, my father took me to the ruins.

Everything he built, destroyed.

Such senseless waste.

And all those people killed?

There was a woman.

They say executed by the Kanath master.

She must have been someone of note.

I saw her body.

She died clutching a child's toy.

A lathwolf, beautifully whittled.

When my father wasn't looking, I took it.

And that was the first artefact of my collection.

But that was all you saw.

A treasure to be hoarded. Not hoarded.

Preserved.

When the ruins and the bones of the dead are gone, I could still hold in my hand

the last... The memory of Helgoth's revolt.

Learn from it.

Knowledge is power, Bren.

They cannot know it.

That's why they control the truth so tightly.

And where is this treasure now?

I have others that are far greater.

The Battle of Naftena, where Lord Montford of Dalmer and the Twelve Family

their final stand against the King's army.

They say that Lord Montford conjured a storm that lasted ten days and ten

nights.

A storm?

The power to control the elements themselves.

This is a fragment of his armour.

Nath's glorious victory at Nath's tenor.

52nd year of the griffin.

It was 112 years ago.

A century is but a blink of an eye for Inumari.

Of course.

Even the Maria Rai were incredibly long -lived.

You are as one, newly born in the light of Nirith.

She has called you to her purpose.

Hallow of the Holland Sea, you are.

Numbari. In the light of Nirith.

In the light of Nirith.

If your bonding with the spirit was an accident, may I ask, how did you come by

a Mari Rai pendant?

This is all very impressive, but I didn't come here to learn about the

came here to get it out of me.

The first new Mari in a century.

I knew you would reject that honour.

Can you do it?

Because if not, I thank you for your hospitality, but I need to leave.

Here.

The pride of my collection.

All rescued from the Canath's book burnings during the cleansing.

Reading tutors are not easy to come by these days.

It has taken me years to learn this skill.

Although there are texts here that I...

I still cannot fathom.

I believe that this is a spellbook, although it defies all

my attempts at interpretation.

The language is just so ancient.

I'm told that it predates the North Kings.

But these diagrams here... The sundering of a

host from Amari.

You can read it.

Nathwolf's claw, steeped in boiling salt water, over a flame of ichor wood,

beneath Nadeus' tear, shall they be risen.

This is it. This is how to get it out.

Nadeus' tear.

A full moon?

Three weeks.

Ruka hail, the bonding of a Mari with a host.

Eye of Nirith, culled with silver, set aflame its dust of the

moor.

Ren, I have devoted my life to learning about the new Mari.

I did not seek Aretha merely to lock the spirit away.

As a new Mari, with all the gifts that it would bestow,

I might repair all that the Kanath have broken.

Do me the honour.

Allow me to take this burden from you.

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