The sentinel has difficulty crawling through the
impeding roots of the tsaranis tree, but manages to feel his way through
the dark burrow.
"I will not let you have it!" Erelta screams. Suddenly the
tunnel veers upwards into the trunk of the tsaranis tree. He does his
best to climb, but the tree gets thinner as he climbs upward. He could
be right on top of the wind pod, but since it is completely dark, there
is no way of telling. The static nature of his duty means physical exercise
is not entertained too often. Reputation kept his vigils safe, not his
skills of pursuit.
Erelta suddenly comes to a jarring halt; his helmet tightly wedged
in one of the roots. He yells in an effort to call on the strength to
free himself from the tree's grasp, but to no avail.
"Kreelos, what use could you possibly have for the wind pod?"
From just above, Kreelos lifts the sentinels platinum visor slowly
to let in a smattering of sunlight; it is enough for Erelta to see that
Kreelos has duped him.
"I have been searching for a gift for my parents to show them
my love and respect. But it had to be something completely unusual and
special one like no other has ever been given or will ever receive
again. And now I have the first piece: a rare Tisabodian helmet! There
are only three of its kind in existence and none has ever been
given to someone as a gift," Kreelos says as he bends down from
inside the tree and lifts the helmet off Ereltas head.
"Where is the barons wind pod, Kreelos?" Erelta yells
upwards.
"It is here! Dont worry, the roots are still intact and
will be quite healthy come time for the baron's festival."
"Why have you done this!"
"I am not stealing the barons wind pod, Kuleenik. I am merely
borrowing it," Kreelos says as he climbs up further into the tree
with the sentinels helmet. "You sleep much heavier now than
in your glory cycles, Erelta. It seems my nibbles did not rattle your
superlative armor," Kreelos says with contempt.
"You tricked me!"
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