Abner recalled Frank's sturdy build, then thought of Isis, the Goddess of Life he had just seen. He wanted no part of the suspicion forming in his mind.
I can't jump to conclusions. Once I've explored this castle, I'll check the valley on Blue Mountain Island...
As Abner pondered this, Olynnia's dream changed beyond her control once more, settling into a quieter stretch: a glimpse of the centuries she had spent living under the protection of the Elven Royal Court.
Meanwhile, Xenia, "Greed," continued recounting what had happened to her as she watched:
"...After I broke through the encirclement, I encountered a strange Magic Wolf. It felt nothing like the others of its kind, and its abilities were just as bizarre. Its howl actually invaded my mind and tried to turn me into one of the Magic Wolves under its command, changing how I saw myself at the most fundamental level.
"Fortunately, its Sequence couldn't have been very high, and it hadn't acquired Divinity yet. As a Manipulator, I knew far more about the mind than it did, so I managed to kill it without coming to harm.
"But it left something behind when it died."
As she spoke, Xenia held out her hand, showing Closia and Abner a Wolf Bone Flute no bigger than her little finger.
Abner did not take it for a closer look. Only then had he noticed Xenia's predicament.
Because of her Dragonification, her original clothes and belongings were gone. The robe she wore now was an illusion, leaving her no choice but to carry her spoils in her palm.
Abner looked Xenia over and saw that she was still fairly badly injured. Just before her embarrassment could turn to anger, he chose his words and said:
"Xenia, you can make a wish to me.