The crisis now over, things were settling down again. The knight didn't like Bel's nickname for him too much, but he didn't seem angry. Sir Bartholomew was confident that the real cause behind the Gashadokuro was now fixed, and things would improve soon. As the paladin continued on, he started telling them about the gods of the world. When he mentioned their mother, his brother tried to keep a straight face. "Oh, that's–" His brother clapped a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet and shushed him. Meanwhile Belen attempted to act completely nonchalant as the man kept talking about how their mother and someone named Naota were working hard to fix whatever resulted in the Gashadokuro appearing on the island. When Sir Bartholomew began spouting praises of the 'impressive' and 'gracious goddess', Belen feigned an understanding nod while looking at him quizzically. "I'd be quite honoured if I'd ever meet her in person, as should you two lads. So if you two get those boons that she promised you, be sure to be respectful. The gods aren't to be spoken to in an informal way like you would with me." The knight said with all seriousness.

"Uh-huh…sure. Yeah, it'd be quite an 'honor'." Belen proceeded to telepathically make wisecracks in his mind where Sir Bartholomew couldn't hear. 'If we're lucky the only boon we'll be getting is avoiding getting grounded if she ever found out we hopped on a ship here.' Cyril looked to his brother and nodded. 'Oh and don't say anything about mom–I think it'd be better if he doesn't know. It'll just make things awkward.' They agreed to keep quiet on that and never mention it to him. Awkwardness aside, from the paladin's perspective he was confident that once the monster was beaten it wouldn't come back again. When the knight declared himself the closest link to the gods in the immediate vicinity, Belen snorted and pretended to cough. He gave them a few more words of caution before going down to speak with the man the unicorn brought over. "I will." Cyril said in response, waving to him.

When Belen was sure that the knight wasn't paying attention, he and his twin peeked from a hidden spot to see the two bring the shady-looking man inside. Belen motioned for him to spy on what was going on below using aura sight. Completely unbeknownst to the good knight, they were already watching and eavesdropping on what was happening. They'd keep this a secret too, among several things. With aura sight Cyril could only make out the forms of beings and sense what aura surrounded them. If anybody was making faces, he wouldn't know. But for sounds and the general atmosphere, those could be detected. The boys were quiet as they observed from the floor above.

"So, there's just four of you? And you're absolutely sure that they fell back to that specific location?" Sir Isaac asks the man with a big smile. The man whimpers and just nods frantically, trying to crawl away but once again finding the ropes that bind him unyielding. "Now, good chap. Who were those people that were with the boy before? The ones in the black and green robes?"

"I don't know! Please, I don't! Please believe me, I have no idea!"

"I sure hope that this is the truth, old chap. I'm almost done cleaning up, and would be quite nettled if I'd have to start all over again." Sir Isaac says as he continues to wipe of the last bits of blood from his armoured glove. "Sir Julian, what do you think?"

Sir Julian snorts, and Sir Isaac nods. "You're in luck. Sir Julian here doesn't think you're lying any more. That's good. We've gotten that sin out of you, at least. Now, I believe that's all the answers that I wanted to ask you."

Sir Isaac puts down the rag and draws his sword. The man immediately begins to breathe heavily and plead for mercy. "Please! I've told you everything you wanted to know! I answered all your questions truthfully! I did everything you asked!"

Sir Isaac places the tip of his blade on the man's chest, and the man begins to plead even faster. "Please, I'll repent! I'll repent! I'll get down on my knees and beg the gods for forgiveness every sunday! I'll live my life piously from now on! I'll- I'll! I will join a cloister! I'll become a monk, devote my entire life to doing penance for my deeds! Please, spare me and I'll-"

"Tut, tut, tut. What did I say about lying? What did I teach you about what happens when you lie?" Sir Isaac says, bringing his finger closer to the man's three-fold broken nose.

"Please, just let me go! I won't get in your way! I will even help you fight Sir Baerg and the others! But please, just let me live!" The man says with tears and snot running down his face.

"You were willing to kill children, good chap." Sir Isaac says with his big goofy grin, but not a smidge of honesty in his eyes. "You were willing to kill children, for the sake of money and power. From all the sins that one can commit, that one is a pretty dire one. So you beg and plead to the gods to forgive your sins. Beg to them for mercy, because you will get none from me."

The man gags and coughs up blood as Sir Isaac pierces his heart. Sir Isaac pulls out his sword and begins to wipe the blood off. He then bends over and mends the man's face back into shape, just in case either of the kids will see the body at some point. It was deformed to a degree that would plague any child their age with nightmares for years to come. Sir Isaac then unties the knots and drags the man to the shallow grave that he had made him dig before.

Sir Isaac speaks a few short words about the forgiveness of the gods and the turns from righteousness that some men can take in life. He finishes the eulogy with a sanctify spell on the man's body, to prevent him from raising as an undead being in time. None deserved that fate. Sir Isaac begins to shovel the dirt back into the grave, soon covering the body with soil. He places a small plank on the grave, with the name of the man carved upon it.

"Rest in peace, and may you find redemption in the afterlife."

Sir Isaac's jolly good mood returns as he leaves the room and looks at the children. "The nice chap decided to tell us where those foul men went, the ones that shot young Belen! They're camped at a big building with a well-defendable doorway three blocks that way! He can't join us however, as he had to leave the island quickly. With the necrotic powers flowing back into the land, those with a weak constitution are at risk of falling ill and dying."

"Now, shall we?" He asks the boys with a big smile.

It was hard for him to tell what was going on from eavesdropping alone. Sir Bart was interrogating the shady guy, asking him for information. Personally this spot wasn't ideal for listening in on people's conversations, and he could only catch snippets. This guy came with a group, but there was some other mob running around wearing black and green. Thinking of people wanting to come here for anything besides taking shots at the Gashadokuro was beyond him, but not entirely impossible. But he couldn't guess why–after all this place was a ruin, all the good stuff to loot were long gone. Also there was that nasty undead infestation that hadn't been dealt with. Why would anybody be interested in this rock off the coast of Komiteia? Straining his ears, he heard panicked begging from the poor sap who got nabbed. Oh man, he must be really desperate. He'd never heard anybody beg on their hands and knees figuratively like that.

The more he listened the more he wasn't entirely sure if this was going north or south. The knight chastised him for being willing to almost anything for money and power. That wasn't exactly the wording he used, but he glanced at his twin hoping he might not have caught that bit. There was a possibility that guy was with the ones who could have shot him. There was gagging, and shuffling of feet. Somebody was leaving. Keeping low, he motioned for his brother to keep down as they continued listening. Some sort of list of last rites, then the sound of a shovel. It went quiet after that. When he heard the knight coming back he and his brother were already in positions that didn't give away their previous eavesdropping. Belen was supposedly fussing over his bloodstained shirt with a new hole, and Cyril was retrieving his string of prayer beads off his neck. 

Looking up, the twins listened as the knight told them what he'd learned from Shady downstairs. Apparently he had an idea where the guys who sent the arrow were, making him regret not being careful earlier. Cyril would be fretting over why anybody would shoot him, and he'd have to come up with something convincing. An accident, due to poor visibility at night would be a good cover. What bothered him more was how the knight conveniently mentioned Shady not being able to show them the way to the hideout. Sure the excuse sounded reasonable enough, but only if he hadn't heard the shoveling. "Oh, well that's a shame. You know I was kind of hoping I'd at least get to see the guy' face-to-face and ask him why his pals couldn't aim." He got up and started preparing to leave, and his brother did the same. 

"I can't wait to get off this island and go home." He mumbled. Well at least the headaches weren't as bad. But he acquired a few new headaches of his own, stuff that he couldn't sort out with just talk. 

The two boys were waiting for him as he got back. Good, it would've been quite dangerous for them to return to the ship unescorted, magic or not. Sir Isaac smiles and gestures to the door. Young Belen was right, it was about time that they were leaving the island.

"I don't know why his aim was so bad, or why they were practicing their archery at night at all. Perhaps they mistook you for an undead?" Sir Isaac says, smiling. "But he did seem to be in quite a hurry. Perhaps you'll see him back on the ship, you can ask him then."

A mind shattering wail makes the ground tremble, forcing Sir Isaac to buckle over and cover his ears with his hands. The deafening sensation lasts for a few seconds, but then seizes. As Sir Isaac looks up, he sees the Gashadokuro slowly fall apart into the undead it was comprised of. Each bone was slowly falling off the large frame, falling apart into the individual undead mid-air and then disappearing into the dust clouds that were rapidly forming underneath.

"Excellent! I see that the fair Lady Shiloh has succeeded in restoring the balance of the planes completely, once again forcing the Gashadokuro to return from whence it came. And he even took the damned ringing with him!"

"That said, I think we should maybe pick up the pace a little. The undead aren't particularly fast, but they are inexhaustible. And that captain seemed all too eager to leave us stranded here if any trouble were to arise." Sir Isaac says, getting behind the boys and slowly urging them to walk faster."Come now, chop chop! I don't know how well you lads can swim, but I can tell you that this plate mail reduces me to a brick when in water."

Somewhat nervously, Sir Isaac keeps glancing over his shoulder at the ever growing dust clouds nearing them as he and the boys walk back to the old docks. "Shame for those men who were practicing their archery. Their hideout is quite a bit closer to the Gashadokuro. But that just means that they'll have a good motivation to practice running now."

His brother mumbled under his breath when the knight said he could ask the man with the cloak in more detail once they were back on the ship. "Sure…like he'd admit it. Plus I didn't get a good look at his face, I doubt I'd be able to pick him out of a crowd. Unless you're willing to tattle." Belen then gave the man a sly look. Covering his ears again, he and his twin felt and heard a terrible shriek that went through their very being. The oppressive atmosphere had lifted, and the ringing was finally over. "It's gone…" Cyril said, watching as the great apparition lost its hold on the physical plane. Belen made another face when Sir Bartholomew began congratulating their mother's success in making things back to normal and coughed several times.

"You know I can just take us to the docks in a snap?" His brother casually said. Belen seemed to be feeling better. While they were eavesdropping, he was making an awfully serious face. He also told him to 'act natural' before the knight came back. Cyril was disappointed that they hadn't been able to defeat the Gashadokuro before sunrise, but it had been a good effort. His brother clearly wanted nothing more than to go home and never speak of the 'stained shirt' ever again. "By the way, who were those men who fired the arrows?" He asked Sir Bartholomew. Neither he nor his brother knew anything aside from there being a shady looking person who was a member. "Yeah, good question Cyril. Who were those saps?" Belen inquired with exaggerated interest. "I'd like to know who tries shooting with a bow in the dark–at night no less."

"I wonder if the others have boarded yet. We did walk a long way." He stated. The others who came aboard probably would be there by now since they chose to search around the island perimeter. They could have gone back before nightfall. If so, the captain would be very considerate to wait for them before departing.

"Yes, I suppose there's no way for you to really determine which men accidentally struck you once we're back on the ship. We just have to hope that they've gotten themselves in a good scare and learned their lesson about unsafe marksman practice." Sir Isaac says, nodding wisely. "And if you could get us closer to the ship by means of teleportation, then by all means. We've travelled and traversed this eerie island for long enough."

"The men who fired the arrows?" Sir Isaac says, a bit uncomfortable to answer that question. "Oh, right. Remember those mercenaries who went to circle the island? It was one of those groups, I unfortunately can't tell you which one. I remembered the man's face, but not which group said face belonged to. There were apparently other people not from the ship about when we fought the Gashadokuro, but those didn't interfere with us. Locals, perhaps?"

"I'm not sure whether the others have boarded yet." Sir Isaac says, still somewhat wary of the general topic of the questions. "At least one group hasn't, probably. Well, except for the man who I questioned before and went ahead to return to the ship, of course. The rest should be right behind us."

Sir Isaac points to the dust clouds behind him, and then realises how close they're getting. "Actually, I hope that they're not behind us, considering… that. Which brings us back to that teleportation trick of yours, young Belen. How about it?"

"It's actually more of a short-distance portal than teleportation, but I get what you mean. Alright, next stop–the docks!" Getting back to a place he'd seen before made opening the portal easier. And on the upside, a lower chance of ending up in the water. Casting the spell, a glyph appeared in the air before them. It swirled into a vortex that stabilized showing the sands of Tyr and a familiar shore. "Let's go! I'd hate miss our ride outta here." His brother went through and Belen stepped aside to motion for the mustachioed knight to follow. "It's not going to close until I'm through, so go on ahead." He added, expecting the man to give some excuse about chivalry and somesuch.

Once they were all on the other side, he was relieved to see the ship still there. He made a beeline for it as the portal vanished in an instant behind them. "Bel, wait for me! Came Cyril's voice on his heels. "Time to shove off and head home! Whew, what a night. If you need me, I'm going to get myself acquainted with the nearest pillow and stack of clean sheets." With a salute he went below deck to finally catch some sleep.

Sir Isaac was about to make up an excuse about chivalry and somesuch, when Belen tells him that he can't let the two lads go first. "Ah, right. Of course. After me, I suppose." Sir Isaac chuckles dryly and walks through the portal.

As they walk onto the sandy shore near the ship, young Belen runs past Sir Isaac not moments after the knight stepped through and young Cyril quickly chases after him to not be left behind. Sir Isaac refrains from rushing, knowing that the sailors would need a few more minutes to setsail at least despite them all working fervently to get the ship ready.

"Time to shove off and head home! Whew, what a night. If you need me, I'm going to get myself acquianted wtih the nearest pillow and a stack of clean sheets."

"You do that, young Belen. You certainly deserved it after what we've been through. I'd say we all deserve it." Sir Isaac says with a smile. "I think I'll do the same. I'm tired like never before, and there's nothing that will keep me from-"

"Alright, you landlubbers! We're leaving this damned place before those dust clouds get too close! Brace yourself!" The captain shouts. The mast falls down and almost immediately catches wind, causing the ship to be pulled forward. Sea water splashes up at the bow and the docks rapidly move away from them.

Sir Isaac immediately reacts by keeling over and grabbing the nearest railing. Holding one hand in front of his mouth to stop anything from coming out, he tries to focus and prevent the sea sickness from completely getting out of hand. Being no match for his rebellious stomach though, he leans over the railing and jetisons last night's dinner.

The oriental lady nurse walks towards him with herbal solutions and a tired frown, contemplating whether she should bother telling him to take off his armour once again. Sir Isaac looks at her with puppy eyes, saddened by his own condition. There was no way that he could sleep like this, or even make it all the way to the stairs going below deck. But he was so tired.

"Oh dear, I hope I won't be destined to bear yet two more days of this…"