Sibnele lets his scythe fade, then lunges forward and grabs you by the front of the shirt. "You will never tell anybody about my soul fragment. Got it?"

I inhale sharply the pain in my ribs returning, I nod "of course... I am not one to tell many" I say looking at him.

"Good," he hisses, releasing you. "And if I ever come here and it's gone, you won't like what happens." Sibnele grins, insanity plain on his face.

"Wait, neither will I. . ." he mutters to himself. "I wouldn't even be. . .eh, doesn't matter."

"I have no intention of doing anyone harm..." I say coughing into my arm and sighing "god... Why do you always gotta grab at my shirt... It always ends up stretching... Great... Now I sound like one of the prissy girls from camp" I say hands to my temples and I sigh before looking at Sibnele again.

Sibnele has already turned away from you. He's picking up the empty alcohol bottles and tossing them into the fire, where they burn instantaneously.

I sigh and watch keeping my mouth shut, I went to say something but the words were lost on my tongue and I closed my mouth again.

(g'night)

Sibnele glances at you from the side, then goes back to picking up and tossing bottles. "You think I have an alcohol problem, don't you."

I shake my head "nope shoulda seen on of the elders that died a few years back... Now that was a drinking problem... But you... Its different for you... And Im not one to judge" I say shrugging and smiling.

(Night!)

she smiled.

"What do you mean, it's different?" Sibnele tosses the last bottle into the fire, then sits in one of the two chairs by the hearth.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Have you come out here to be alone? Raglan asks Luca after a few silent minutes.

"Have you?" Chansei repeats.