"So now what?"
Bujilli turned away from the snow falling outside. The storm had passed. There was little wind now. Just heavy white flakes drifting down to cover everything. Obscuring all traces. He could almost smell the hot blood of a hunting party somewhere out there in the swirling snow.
"This is Yeren weather."
"So it is." His Uncle stared at him inscrutably. The old bastard had gotten fatter since he'd left. Fatter and more full of himself.
"This snow...it will probably last for another few hours at this rate."
"You never told me why you helped Ahtrishka to summon me back here."
"Are you asking?"
"Are you telling?"
They glared at each other for long minutes. His Uncle looked away. Sighed. Walked past him to go outside and take a piss in the fresh snow.
Bujilli waited. Considered his options. He wondered how Leeja had handled his sudden disappearance. He missed her. She'd have killed his Uncle. Probably. Good thing she wasn't here after all. Or was it? He considered his options. Perhaps there was some way to form a link back to her, to let her know he was safe enough...that he would be returning to her...
Should he return to Wermspittle?
And if so, then how?
"Hurm. hak. You're right about the Yeren. The old monastery over across the gorge is burning. They're the only ones who'd bother. Idiots."
Bujilli stared at his Uncle. He was sick of demons and machinations and other people's schemes. He wanted to be free of it all. Once and for all. He felt clear, sharp. It was time for some answers. One way or another.
His Uncle squatted down by the far wall of the cave. His joints clicked. He spat to the side in disgust.
"Yes. I helped the bitch call you back. I gave her the lock of your hair. She already had your blanket. You left a lot behind you."
"Not by choice." Bujilli's voice cracked.
"Yak Shit! You ran off. Stole my property and ran away. Stirred up a lot of trouble too. Not that you care one bit." His Uncle scratched himself. Settled in next to the hard-packed cave-wall. As if he was planning on taking a nap.
"I took what was mine. As for the rest...no one had to chase after me, least of all Jorra."
"Do you still have it?" His Uncle looked up at him. The old sorcerer was shaking. Like an addict going through withdrawal.
"The Green Gem..."
"Ah." His Uncle sagged visibly. Disappointed. Or was it something else? "So you learned your lesson then..."
"What? Never to trust whispering jewels? Not to trust manipulative demons? Not to trust vicious old bastards like you? Yes. I think that I've learned a few lessons from you--"
"But have you learned the most important lesson?"
"Don't become like me. Ever."
"I'm hardly in any danger of that--"
"Idiot! You come back here and you're so full of yourself that you don't even bother to think about HOW it was done. You react, but you do not anticipate. I can see that I've made a poor sorcerer of you after all."
Bujilli barked harshly once. A strange not-laugh. He knew what he needed to do. He cast Zone of Normality. He revised his surroundings to more closely resemble the conditions prevailing in Wermspittle when he was dragged away from there. The cave got a little warmer, at least within a 10' radius.
"You--you learned that from the Gem, didn't you?"
"Yes." Bujilli cast his Clairvoyance spell, using the ring of white tendril-hair about his finger to connect to Leeja.
"Bujilli? Is that you? Are you alright?" echoed Leeja's voice.
"Yes. I'm fine. Just dealing with some old crap."
"Are you coming back?"
His Uncle burst out laughing. Bujilli glared at him until he shut up.
"Yes. I'm not sure how, but I am coming back, just as soon as I take care of one last thing."
Everything went sickly green.
His Uncle cast Voorish Sign.
The connection was severed.
Four Yeren were entering the cave.
ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!