Arkah set his last trunk down on the floor in his house. That made 5 large trunks, 4 backpacks, 2 sacks, 3 barrels and 3 crates. "Phew" he wiped his forehead as he stepped outside his door to tie up his horse, Trots McHorsington. "Sorry about all the work buddy!" he apologized and fed McHorsington a carrot. "His name is awful!" said Xalia, who made herself very unhelpful in a armchair by the fireplace. "Well," Arkah sccoffed, "it's not Your name." He said while tossing stuff out of a trunk placed on his bed. "You dont have to introduce him at parties. Besides, we're so far out in the boonies that noone's gonna care." Ever since the gas incident in Caelestis Canton, Arkah felt it better to move his research even further away than Malas. To the edge of the world in fact: a little known backwater village called Goti on the far shore of Norgard, about as remote as a man can get. After packing everything away and thoroughly scattrering his notes about, a knock came st the door, which was still open. "Greetings, Arkah." A black hooded figure poked his head inside. Arkah stood up, from his paper-scattering, "Do i know you? Because you know me, Arkah, and that makes me suspicious so forgive me, would you like some tea?" Arkah offered the man a cup of demon tea he had been drinkign and the man briefly declined and moved on to his purpose for being there. "I need to discuss your recent research with you. The research that promted you to move so far away from civilization." Arkah took on a mroe serious tone, "Go on" Xalia was quietly writing on a piece of paper byt he fireplace, barely listening. "I saw what transpired in Blood Bay, and though it was not your intent, i believe you may have stumbled upon something that could both kill people and cause certain others to want to kill you and your partner Professor Teekington." the hooded man said pointedly. "Oh." Arkah was rubbing his beard in thought. "Well I dont know who would want to hurt me but i can deffinately see what your one about the.....curse or gas or whatever it is being dangerous." Arkah thought back to a rather large flesh eating plant he had to dispose of before moving. I contained what I could and relocated here." "Indeed." the hooded man replied, "But I am afraid you left unintended, and not surprisingly undetected lingering effects behind, and Grunvald may be in danger." "Well....dammit." Arkah said, almsot noncchalantly. "I had hoped any traces of what was left would be so dilute that it would be benign." The hooded man shook his head, "It grows, almsot as if alive, and seeks out hosts. If you have done what i think you have done, Nature could turn against Caelestis Canton, and possible a larger swath of northern grunvald." Arkah stopped rubbing his beard for a moment and narrowed his eyes. "Deez?" The hooded man nodded. Arkah's jaw dropped and he began yelling, "You caused ALOT of trouble around Ordinis mister! I spent DAYS lookign for Deez and Johnny Mark, and you jsut disappear and never even...wait you didnt actually kill anyone. Then, who did we find in the river and behind the inn? Why were you-" The hooded man interrupted, "Come, let us travel to Grunvald. Give me asylum in Ordinis Mortis so that i may conceal my location while we work, and in exchange i will explain the happenings of the past."