[Date: October 15th. 12:20 pm.] [And Kahlya gets to the derrick that's the base of operation for the tournament. Warlow and Breaker are at the top floor. They stare at Kahlya for a bit as she arrives.] [The staring is provoked by the fact that Kahlya now appears to be in her mid- thirties and is presently shrouding herself in a blanket. The years have been fairly kind to her, she has evolved from a cute youth to a comely adult and she retains no obvious signs of the damage to her corpse.] * Warlow narrows her eyes as she looks over Kahyla. "So the prodigal returns. I'll call Eris." * Breaker looks over Kahlya. "I heard you were dead. And smelly." She's fairly matter-a-fact about it. * Kahlya holds out her hand. "Wait." Bowing out? * Warlow does not sound like that prospect bothers her. One less deader to interact with. * Kahlya looks over at Breaker. "Rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated. However, it did manage to bring up..." She looks at Warlow. "How long do I actually have? You have until the 18th. Past that you automatically forfeit. Five days. Sooner is better. * Kahlya nods then turns to Breaker. "I'd like a chance to talk with Breaker then." She punctuates, "Alone." I'm not sure I'm-- Yes, I see what she is. You trained me. Do you trust me or not? * Warlow snorts and walks off. [End.]