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Tam smiles. "Actually when I saw a temple for him here, I knew we needed to stay. Lathander is often known as "The Morning Lord". He is the god of spring, dawn, birth, renewal, creativity, youth, vitality, self-perfection and athletics. And his domains are good, nobility, protection, renewal, strength, and sun. He does have this thing for the undead though and that kind of made me think twice about putting Kero under their protection. But Kero, as an adult, does the work of Lathander, just as he does the work of many gods, so I see no problem there really. He's the patron of the finer arts and known to bless and watch over new life. He's one of the all-father's favored sons."

"Hmmm.... sorry... his forte is light not fire... but... wait... I've an idea... not sure how ye can pull it off though. The center of his rose window is a magnifying glass. It's really not very strong. At least the one here isn't. At the main temple in Morningholme, they use it during the solstices to light fires... though I suspect they actually light them with a spell... still it is strong enough to cause a bit of tinder to smoke.... iffin ye can pull it off that the glass actually starts a fire in the incense dish..." Tam eyes twinkle mischieviously..." say while Kero s playing the morning greeting..."

Tam shrugs. I haven't said anything, don't think sleeping beauty here has either. Ok, I'll go to the temple tomorrow and say that Kero is sick with worry he's going to be kicked out. Arrange for him to appear before the head master the following day. Ye say it will take him days to recover right. So he'll still be under the weather and won't have to fake a thing. And we'll take it from there. How does that sound"

He shifts into griffin form and asks Hopian to help him get Kerobian up on his back. "The less yer seen around town the better." says Tam with a wink. "Not that ye've been seen yet, but all it takes is one slip up, one child's peering eyes and our story becomes a bit less do-able."

Tam bows his head in acknowledgment of Kero's illness and tells him to hold on tight while they fly back to the cottage. "It's gonna take a bit of flying, kiddo. We're nowhere near the village and I'm going to fly low, so iffin ye feel like heaving again, let me know, ok... the smell of wet feathers and puke is not pretty, trust me..."

Tam kneels so the cat can climb onto his back swearing at Hopian under his breath. "Darn show off. I asked for his help and what does he do... but dart off..." Once Kero is settled into place and clinging tight enough to make Tam flinch, he launches himself into the air, flying low over the ground so that if the cub does lose his grip he doesn't have far to fall.

Tam nods thoughtfully and goes to change his clothes, coming back in a clean pair of pants and a half-buttoned shirt. "Sorry, Hopian... he kind of didn't get me down in time. I got most of it out of me hair but my clothes may be ruined... so, how is he?"

Tam shakes his head sadly. I guess he doesn't remember that he slashed them both to ribbons in a fit of anger. I managed to repair the harp, but when yer confined to be, harps aren't the easiest things to be playing. I've been trying to repair the pipe, but I fear it is beyond true repair. Wait here... Tam climbs upstairs and digs out the instruments from under his pillows. He brings them down and shows them to Hopian. The harp gleams slightly in the candlelight, the only sign of it's harrowing brush with destruction is a thin silvery seam down one side. Tam forces a tear then touches the strings with it, causing them to sing at hs touch. "yep, it's fine, better than before, actually. My master once said that to be truly perfect one needs to knocked down a few times and put back together... whatever that means. But I think what he was getting at is that one cannot achieve perfection on the first try..."

Tam hands Hopian the harp and examines the pipe once more. "No, I can't fix this. It's useless." Then he goes over to the cabinets and pulls out a small bone flute and hands it to Hopian in exchange for the harp. Let him have that and I store this away for him when he's gotten his head together again."