"Wait, we save the world AND get free food? How can this deal get better?"

Drak rubbed his hands together, and winced.

"Do any of the monks know healing magic? By chance? It would help immensely."

Pyros found himself led back and forth amongst the elders of the monks, them touching him with sutras and ofudas and shaking their heads puzzled, then sending him off to the other elders. Pyros kept trying to ask his questions, but kept being sent off to another elder before he could get a word in. Also a few little children plucked some of Pyros's wing feathers, and dashed off.

Pyros did hear a few mutterings of "divine fire" and "blessing" but paid them no mind. He guessed maybe they were asking around for clothes.

Finally after awhile, the monk led him to the dining hall where he met up with the others. The monk whispered to the oldest elder he'd seen so far, and the old man turned to face him. "Honorable servant of the gods, we thank you for honoring our temple with your precense, as well as for assisting the Raigaki wielder in his quest."

Pyros was confused about what the man was saying, especially as Pyros was monotheistic. "Umm, Hey-"

The man waved his hands at Pyros's attempt to ask a question. "We can talk later, when we have prepared you a room. In the meantime, you are welcome to share of our food with Kurama."

Garud stood by Kurama's side, preparing for the worst. This feeling he had only grew stronger. Maybe I'm just hungry. Maybe I need a glass of fresh brew. Maybe I need to relax. Garud couldnt help feeling that he had forgotten something. His companions seemed fine, even Vance who was nothing more than a stump with a head.

"Kurama, I am telling you, something dosen't feel right about this place. It's not Talkaz's aura, as that is familiar to me and I would recognise it. It's something else. I can't put my finger on it, but we are in danger somehow. I dont think we are safe, but I know the demon Kings body parts must be retrieved, so we cant turn back. But, we should keep our guard up."

Vance lay back on the couch he had been placed on. His legs had finished regenerating down to his ankles and were starting on his feet. One arm had most of his hand mostly done while the other was only at mid arm. He could see and hear perfectly again, but he was still having trouble with his vocal cords. He held his partially finished hand up over his face and manipulated his pseudo fingers. Takin happened to be walking by

"Doesn't looking at that make you sick?" Takin asked.

"No more then you looking at your broken ship makes you Ill. Disturbed perhaps but not Ill. I find it a little fascinating actually." Vance rasped in response still looking at his Fingers.

"Leave it too Daemons to find a malformed body fascinating." Takin muttered as he wandered off to finish more repairs.

"Quarter Daemon." Vance tried to call after him but it came out as a horse whisper. Vance just shrugged and went back to looking at his hands. Once he had finished regenerating his body he was going to figure out what the hell had happened in the forest. He was worried there was a danger on the island. Something much more worrying then Ship repairs and Daemon lord legs.

Pyros ate an apple, and a few other fruits that appeared to be native to the island. He had some trouble eating meat, as the fact it had once been living ruined his palate. As a matter of fact, he could only really eat fish.

He didn't drink wine either, and sipped at some water. He looked about at the others.

"So what do you need to do in getting this Talkatz person's legs? Will he mind? And Drak, please stop holding your hand like that. It will only make the pain worse."

Kurama had followed the group to the dining hall, and was sitting with them, studying the paper.

"You know what? I have no frickin' clue. Chances are, my ancestor WAS drunk when he wrote this."

"That seems to be a theme among us..."

Drak tossed an apple up, caught it, and took a bite. A bit too ripe for his tastes, but he wasn't about to say no. Quickly, he swallowed.

"Also, if we have crazies after us shouldn't we have someone watching our backs? Or something? I mean, I'm new at being the hunted, but that seems logical."

Artemis mulled over the message with a ciggarete in his mouth. "Hmm...are these monks telling us everything? If I'm reading this you have to use the Ragiki to defend the ones you love, but the only way that he could be SURE the rightful owner used it would be to have a monster or demon or all around threat or whathaveyou lying around, waiting for the moment to be slain by whoever controlled the sword." He let out the puff inside his cheeks. "Unless I'm reading this wrong."

"No...!" Suzume murmured as he woke up from his dream-turned-nightmare.

Covered in cold sweat, Suzume didn't know that he'd been knocked out for the past few days. He just remembered how, too. As Drak and Yaburu had finished the initial fight, he was thrown head first into the ship. He felt like his head had been bashed in by a particularly hard log.

Wandering out into the ship, he noticed it was particularly abandoned. Everyone seemed gone from everywhere. Like they'd gone to look for something.

That was, of course, until he saw Vance, sitting on his little couch and slowly regenerating his formerly lost body.

"Ugh... What in the hell happened to that fight? And where the hell is everyone? ...And I thought you were dead?" Suzume asked the regenerating quarter-demon, not quite noticing that he was missing a few pieces in his dazed state.

"And why the hell did I have that dream?" Suzume thought to himself as he asked the questions.

Ti's wasn't naturally a fighter. No, though stronger than the average human warrior, he was nothing compared to real fighters just by himself. However, he had other assets that made up for a lack of strength.

Knowledge. Experience. And the ability to steal everything another being had. Everything.

It had taken some time, considering he had been busy preparing for his other plan, but he managed to luck out-the place he was looking for only happened to be a few miles away. It took only about an hour, and then he was there, where Lord Talkatz's castle once stood.

It was also there that he found the graves of Tama's former friends.

"Are you prepared to do anything for that you seek," he remembered asking himself once.

Yes. He was.

Alone, except for the few zombies that had wandered all this way, he set to work, and started digging towards the treasure that lay beneath him.