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(Spellcraft 33. Any spells or other magical effects in the area, specifically anything preventing Conjuration spells of any kind?)
 
"This counts as an emergency, so hang on." Paul says, grabbing a hold of both Lios and Ber'nia, then calmly walking into the closest Oak, using Transport via Plants to the nearest Medium plant to where the carriage is, making sure both are touching him when he does.
 
DM: They end up several minutes west of Balmung and the rest. Lios' comes to his senses.

Lios: Lios stays quiet, contemplating things with his head down and a solemn look on his face. He quietly utters heartfelt thanks to Ber'nia, but does not pull away from her.
 
"Let's see if any of your things are at the carriage. If not, we can head into town and find the others." Paul says to Ber'nia and Lios.
 
Lios nods, but only follows when Ber'nia does. He is obviously still shaken. Perhaps repressed memories?

DM: Vivianne's scrying shows Lios... 120 feet behind her. (Hooray! Bridged time gap!)
 
"Lios!" Viviane says, dismissing her Scrying to run towards him. "What happened? What did you get into _this_ time? I just can't leave you to your own devices, can I?" a mixture of exasperation and relief in her voice. "Are you okay?" Viviane asks, when she sees that Lios is shaken still.
 
Lios stiffens at the sudden loud noise and quick movement.. but relaxes when he realizes it's Viviane. He shakes his head. "No, I'm not okay... but I'll be all right."
 
"That's good." Viviane realizes that there are two people near Lios. "I'm Viviane Grant, a retainer of Lios's. His mother hired me several years ago to try and prevent what just happened. I recently came back from personal business. Thank you for rescuing him. And you two are?" Viviane asks.

"Paul Harris. Follower of Kynareth." was the short reply from Paul.
 
Ber'nia is slightly disoriented by the teleport via plant, and blinks, looking around in mild confusion. She simply follows Paul with Lios. "That was... interesting." She comments.

Ber'nia looks at Viviane and suppresses a chuckle. "Nice to meet you. I am Ber'nia. I was sent here to meet Lios by someone I can only assume now is his mother." She extends a gauntleted hand to Viviane.
 
Balmung smiles and sighs, but stays away, out of respect. Reina however, walks up to Lios. "You're a bishop or priest of Dibilla, right? I need some help with some..er... personal issues concerning a certain fighter we both know.."
 
Viviane accepts the hand and shakes it, her grasp stronger than one would expect of a wizard. "Most likely. His mother tends to be a little manipulative, but well-meaning." Viviane sharpens her gaze on Paul. "Paul Harris? As in the Druid who left Avanchnzel a blazing wreck about 10 months ago, filled with the corpses of slavers?"

Paul stiffens at the mention of Avanchnzel. He had buried that behind him. Along with his wife and daughter. Paul's eyes are darkened with miserable fury, before he closes them tightly, to avoid the tears that come of seeing his wrecked family flash before his eyes. That he'd been unable to save his wife before the slavers... And his little girl, sacrificed in some Daedric ritual... They had paid. But it did nothing to lighten his soul. He had gone back to the life he'd known growing up, wandering the world. Before he'd met... Marissa.
 
Ber'nia looked from Viviane to Paul and back, seeing a tension between the two. She slowly disengages the hand shake and places her hand on Paul's shoulders "You ok?" She asks him simply.
 
Lios smiles at Reina.... but it was hollow. "Yes... but not right now. Give me one night to.. recuperate. Today's trials were... tiring."
 
"That's fine. We rented the room for a week as a start. He said he would wait in town until he found you guys."
 
"I'll be fine." Paul's voice is deeper, gruff with suppressed emotion, eyes still closed. He had to be strong. Otherwise he'd fall apart, like his world had. "Yes. That was me." Paul replied, stiff and tense, after he opened his eyes. They were bleak, the eyes of someone who lost everything.

Viviane noticed that she had hit an open wound with someone she owed, and said, "Oh. Thank you for rescuing Lios." She had heard of the man who had destroyed an entire slaving operation by himself in Skyrim. Vivane didn't know what he was doing here in High Rock, but was glad he was apparently helping Lios.
 
Ber'nia looks at Paul for a moment longer, an obvious look of concern on her face, but she backs off, not wanting to cause more stress.
 
Balmung kept a slight smile on his face as Reina approached Ber'nia. "What about you? any advice? Balmung is a bit clueless when it comes to romance...."
 
Ber'nia looked at Reina and smiled. "My advice, if he won't take the initiative you do. If you want him go get him." She says patting Reina on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "He may be slow but no one is clueless enough if you just spell it out to them."
 
Volmar comes up and licks Paul's hand, giving a whine. Paul looks down, and then shakes himself. "Nice to meet you, I suppose." He says to Viviane, before going to lean against the carriage.

Viviane doesn't press, and instead turns to Lios. "There's a room I rented for you at the inn in town. And your mother sends her regards, and is waiting for you at Daggerfall."
 
"But what about... you know, pregnancy? My brother wants him to be the best man at his wedding. I'm not sure that will go over well if I get pregnant..."

Balmung walks up to her. "We stay here for now, until his mental state ha recovered. Whatever happened messed him up quite a bit. For now, lets just relax, stay at the inn. He'll decide when we go. Not his damn mother." He almost growled, his boice sharp, blunt, and to the point.
 
Viviane bristles at Balmung's tone. "Obviously. If you think I didn't notice how shaken he is, then perhaps I need to educate you on my intelligence. I am a qualified Mage of the College of Winterhold, a school that has lasted over a ten thousand years. I am _not_ an idiot. I was just letting him know that as far as I know, his mother hasn't gallivanted off like she does now and again!" Viviane's voice slowly raises, until she is almost shouting the last words.
 
He sighed and took a step back, trying to calm himself, though he could feel his blood boiling. "Sorry.. I'm a bit unstable from everything lately. Perhaps I should head back into town... cool my head.."
 
"Calm down. There is a time and place for everything. Ask yourselves, 'Is it here? Is it now?'" Lios said in an unnervingly soft voice. (Diplomacy 32)
 
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