"Indeed, all of the civilized worlds talk of Kash and its gentle folk. It is a common ambition to be able to come here and see you in person. It is hoped that soon such travel will be most frequent, to the reward of both of our peoples."
"Indeed," said Bila. "I thank you in the name of my people. Will you yourself be here long?"
"Unfortunately, no. But when I go I will take fond memories as souvenirs."
"What is so important that it brought you out in this storm, Bila?" asked Dillon, breaking into the conversation. "Your troubles must be pressing."
"Indeed, they are. The Gods frown heavily on our village this day, and I have come once more to seek your intercession."
"What is the matter?" asked Cassidy.
"Alas, the trouble is in my own household. My wife lies at the door to death, and I fear she is fast slipping beyond."
"Haven't you had the priest in?" asked Dillon.
"Against your great and wondrous magic, Dillon, what is the priest? He is like a lost little boy, unable to tell North from East, and helpless in the face of death. Only you have the power to bring her back to the world of the living, as you did with Kylano and the others."
"I thank you for your trust," said Dillon. "I only hope it is not misplaced."