At The Gatehouse

[*Theorum Of Neutrality]

"Well. Not exactly the same, bu' somewha' like i'." As the other Bleaker toddles off, Amir looks at Raif, and tilts his head - his feytouched having a touch of the feral to them. "Why dun ya pu' on tha' purple 'n black? Jus' long enough ta' ge' a convincin' story runnin' so ya kin escape ta tha' Outlands."

The Bleaker folds his arms. "Become a Bleaker. Wha' bettah way ta prove ya crazy ta tha' Hardheads than ta be a Madman?"

[*TheFrozenWind]

"If its any consolation, I don't like the idea of Bleaker's accepting the Harmonium's way of things. There is perhaps something I "could" do. Provided you're willing to play along."

[*Theorum Of Neutrality]

"Heh. The caregivers dun care, and the insane do." He snorts. "What was that about the universe and some sorta point again...? Eh, nevahmind." He takes a drag from his joint, blowing the smoke away.

"I have a suggestion fer ya, Raif, if ya willin' ta hear i'."

He pauses and looks to Kasef as they both suggest a proposition at the same time. "... Great minds, etcetera. Go ahead, thin' we go' tha' same idea."

[*Grisome]

He looked between the two wearily, then gestured for them to spit it out. Either they had the same idea, or he was going to have options. Either way, it was a step in the right direction.

[*TheFrozenWind]

"Well.. We could simply say you were possessed, no? I've a bit of proof, no? At which point we could release you. Or, you could escape. "

He looks to Amir

"Your idea?"

[*Grisome]

His brows raised, and he eyed Khasef skeptically. "Proof? How can you possibly have proof?" He took a breath as if about to explain something, but caught himself. After nearly faltering, he continued, "Cratten couldn't find any evidence. No one could find any evidence. How can you possibly have something solid?"

[*TheFrozenWind]

"I ate a balor once."

[*Grisome]

He wasn't amused.
"...I'm not amused."

[*TheFrozenWind]

"Well. Obviously your possessed. And I'll need to fix that."

He removes a bundle of clothe, and unwraps it. A glowing red rogue stone is revealed.

"And now you're free. No more balor in your head, no? The Bleak Cabal wins."

[*Grisome]

More staring, more muddled thoughts and confusion.
"I do not understand."