"Then bring your son with us." The Horde shrugged. "We’ll protect you both."
"Ral is under the Guardians’ protection. He’s already safe. Yet-"
"Yet it doesn’t mean we allow Lith to put our grandchild in danger." Leegaain said, and Salaark nodded. "We won’t let Ral step into a battlefield and be turned into a weapon."
"And if I can’t carry Ral with me, I can’t come with you." Lith said.
"There is nothing you can do?" Loma’s orange mist twisted in grief and worry. "We can’t lose another Horde. The next one might not be born for dozens of millennia!"
"I can point you to the only tracker on Mogar I recognize as my equal in skill." Lith pointed at Kalla.
Everyone turned to look at the Wight, while Kalla looked over her shoulder to see who Lith was pointing at.
"She doesn’t possess my bloodline abilities, but Kalla here is the owner of the legendary Eyes of Menadion and the current wielder of the Ears as well." Lith continued, making the Wight’s jaw hit the floor.
"With the combined powers of those artifacts, I doubt there’s anyone she can’t find."
"Maybe." Kalla said in an attempt to cool off everyone’s enthusiasm. "But why should I do it? I don’t owe the Hordes anything, and I’m a busy Wight."
"Because I’m asking you, Kalla." Lith said. "Please, I owe Loma and his people a lot. I would help them myself if only I could. Can’t you do me this one favor?"
"Well, when you put it that way, it sure sounds like I should." The Wight looked left and right, searching for a way out of her predicament.
"It doesn’t sound like that, Mom, you have to do it." Nyka said. "Lith helped us every time we needed him in the past, and it’s only thanks to him that you now hold two pieces of the Menadion Set.
"Also, have you forgotten how we enjoyed his hospitality and magical facilities since we left the Eclipsed Lands?"
"Technically..." Kalla was about to retort that Scarlett had left the Eyes to her, and Lith had simply delivered the artifact.
As for the deal with the Fire Dragons, Kalla was quite sure she could have handled it herself, if only she could remember the details.
"There isn’t anything technical about this." Scarlett the Sekhmet joined the other two Guardians. "A child’s life is in danger, and as your friend and Guardian of the Children, I’m asking you to help that poor kid, Kalla. Can you do this for me?"
"No! I don’t want to!" The Wight started to cry. "Please, don’t make me do it. I swear that I’ll be good. I’ll eat well, exercise regularly, and even go to the bathroom at least three times a day.
"I’ll do anything you want, as long as it doesn’t require leaving my lab for the next six months!"
"That’s the lamest concession I’ve ever heard." Scarlett clicked her tongue.
"And it’s not because of your recent Guardianhood." Leegaain nodded. "I’m the second oldest Guardian, and I’ve heard half-mad Eldritches come up with better promises."
"Please, Kalla." Solus patted the Wight’s head as fat tears of darkness fell off her snout, melting the snow. "Lith and I are indebted to the Hordes, and your help would mean a lot to us. Also, it shouldn’t take you long.
"You just need to find the young fungus folk, and the Hordes will do the rest. If it makes you feel better, I’ll accompany you." Solus’ heart bled at the idea of leaving Raldarak’s side, but unlike Lith, her pain was not physical.
"If we work together, we’ll be done in a few days at worst-"

"Don’t worry about me, Mom. I’ll stay here with Fluffy and Lith." Nok said.
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