As the Astral birds screech in alarm, Raven's concealment fades, leaving Ohanzee exposed to the watchers. Drek!
Almost involuntarily, Ohanzee's consciousness returns to his body. As his mind readjusts to the weight and comparative awkwardness of having a corporeal form, he reports the change of situation to the team.
>>@Team [Ohanzee] Contact! Our location is compromised. We'll have visitors in about an hour, two tops. We gotta get our hoops outta here. Sam, there were two spirits and two watchers on your old residence. Astrally, it's locked up tight. Maybe a Matrix peep will be more fruitful, but that's gonna have to wait until we're moving.
The brief disorientation gone, Ohanzee stood up and began to start gathering items they would be taking to the kitchen. He curtly dismissed Celestial Raven without so much as a word. There was no reply from the spirit - no parting words nor disconcerting laugh, but through the disintegrating link Ohanzee could feel satisfied mirth. He couldn't escape the realization that Raven may have been right about one thing - the time for running was nearing an end. It was time to prepare for a fight.
Through the Astral ether the shaman's call reached. Faithful Wolf, I have need of you now. The eerie braying of wolfs on the hunt answered his call. With steamy breath and fangs dripping blood from a fresh kill, a massive grey Wolf spirit sauntered in to view, circling the tiny dwarf and sniffing at the air. Seeing no enemies nearby, the wolf at last sat on its haunches, licked its lips, and stared at Ohanzee, tongue lolling from its mouth. Why do you call me to the world of the flesh today? The wolf licked its lips again as it mentioned "flesh".
My pack needs your strength, mighty Wolf. The time to fight nears, but we must prepare, choose our time and place. I will have need of your ferocity, but for now I need your keen senses to guard us as we prepare.
The spirit twitched its ear and emitted a low growl in frustration, but nodded its head in assent. Very well. For now, the promise of meat to rend and bone to crunch will sustain me. Be quick about your preparations, fleshed one, for I hunger for the kill. The Wolf stood and moved to a better vantage point before turning three times, then lying down, ears alert but only one eye open in feigned disinterest.
The summoning had taken a toll on Ohanzee. For a moment the world was dim as he struggled through the wooziness. But an effort of will forced the clouding away, and the dwarf busied himself with preparations for their departure, not the least of which was the crate containing the strange item that seems to be the reason they are in this mess to begin with.