Zephyr stood quietly for a moment, watching Medderath's expression remain stubbornly unreadable. He watched as Medderath backed up the wall, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
He had spoken little since Elena was brought there and just let her do her work.
"Elyria." Zephyr turned to her at last when Medderath refused to respond further. His voice was firm but gentle as he walked to where she stood with Lio.
He held out an object made of shimmering blue metal: a compass. The object looked old and ancient with a rusted golden bottom. "Take this compass. Go to the human world now. There is a man I befriended years ago. He owes me a favor for helping him and his brother escape an evil lord. Locate him and ask him for a handful of Golden Millet grass."
Elyria accepted the compass with both hands. She stared at it in awe. It was the first time she had ever been given something so ancient and important. Her eyes hardened with determination before confusion set in.
