On the morning after returning to Zirnakaynin, Logen woke with a start and looked around his quarters.
“Well,” he muttered as he got out of bed, “it’s nice to hear from her, I suppose.”
Logen hurried to catch up with Amelia on her way to the laundry. He pulled her aside, saying “I have to talk to you.”
“I hope you don’t want me to wear another cloak,” said Amelia.
“No, nothing like that. It’s about that gem with a soul trapped inside it. I think I know who it is – it’s a priest of…” Logen looked around before whispering, “Sarenrae.”
“How do you know,” asked Amelia.
“I had a… you know, a thing,” mumbled Logen. “A vision, I guess. Of Sarenrae. She talked to me.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just dreaming?” asked Amelia. She narrowed her eyes. “Was Sarenrae wearing any clothes?”
“No!” exclaimed Logen. “I mean, yes, of course! I mean, no, it wasn’t a dream. I’m pretty sure. All my dreams these days are about food that doesn’t have bugs in it.”
“All right, so Sarenrae talked to you. Why are you telling me?”
“I want to know if there’s any we we can talk to the guy stuck in the gem,” said Logen. “I figure you’re the person who would know. Also, how do we get him out of the gem safely?”
“I think we just break the gem to release him,” Amelia answered. “Although I guess we shouldn’t do that now, we should wait until we’re back on the surface. I don’t know if it’s possible to communicate with him inside the gem. I’ll try to find out. But right now I have to get to work.” She hurred off down the corridor.
“Thanks,” Logen called after her. “Maybe you can ask your little kami. I bet he knows.”