Title: Much to Recount
(Chax looks up in awe at a room bearing spikes akin to those of Susekho, his home. Present are two dark entities, one shaped like a great downward spike, the other bearing a spiritual flame akin to those seen atop the Strasmin Ancestors.)
Chax (thinks): The voices, those that lie behind the craisht. It is no dream now, they are present here.
(The voices of the craisht speak.)
Flaming One: Wayward one. Your namespike has not grown in days. You have much to recount, and to explain...
Spiking One: Do not bother! It rejects our guidance and wilfully aids the treacherous. Let its name end here.
