Title: Yearnings
(Aun walks onto a small hill and gestures towards the sky. In his mind's eye there is a Strasmin floating in a field of some vital force shaped like a heart.)
Aun: Once you reach Botaram, so I was told, The frenting rod calls to something ineffable in the sky. You gather something that surrounds you, becomes your armor, fills you with renewed vigor.
It may be the stuff of those who tried to be Ancestors and didn’t make it, and you’re supposed to redeem them...
Chax (hesitantly): Ehrm, Aun...? I apologize for interrupting, and I don’t mean to hurry you, but may I ask when you intend to hunt?
Aun: Eyi? Next Chimmer.
Chax (dismayed):Next Chimmer!?
Aun: Only time it works.
Chax: Okay...
Aun: Anyway, once you harvest this stuff, you supposedly become one of a new army of Strasmin who will...
Uhm, I don’t think you want to hear this. Let me think of a better way to put it.
Chax (thinks): Chimmer? Why would he have to wait for Chimmer? It’s not even edible...
(Chax's stomach growls.)
