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The boy was really too young to engage in proper conversation, although he tried his best to communicate what they told him to his grandmama. Despite finding out her husband was actually alive, she remained distraught at his condition and sobbed helplessly, while communicating through the boy that they should carry Nashoba to his bed, which turned out to be a large wooden frame with what appeared to be a straw-stuffed mattress, covered in animal skins.

The old man continued to rave in his own tongue, none of which made sense to any of the party. The only phrase they could make out was ”Nakka Mur… … Nakka Mur… …” which he babbled frequently.

"Maybe his family knows what Nakka Mur is or means," says William. "They could be words in his language, or maybe a name."

The woman spoke to the boy, who said, ”Hold him still. He must be protected.”

"Protect him from what?" asks Ivy as she helps restrain the fellow.

Alex also follows, doing his best to restrain Nashoba and keep him calm(ish).

William also holds down Nashoba. "He must be having an epileptic seizure!" he says.

Nashoba’s movements were more those of an agitated man than the spasms of someone undergoing a seizure, but he was wiry and strong and it took their combined efforts to keep him still. As the young boy looked on with obvious concern, his grandmother quickly rolled up the sleeves of her dress and tied her hair back, readying herself.

She pulled two small jars out from a cabinet near the bed and undid Nashoba’s shirt, exposing his chest. Taking up a low, crooning chant, she dipped a finger in one of the pots, drawing a blue dot on his chest, carefully circling until it was evenly coloured and as perfect as she could make it. Switung to a different finger and the other pot, she drew a white circle around the dot, before reverting to the first ones again, finishing off with a blue circle around the white. Around six to eight inches across, it looked like a giant blue eye stared up at them from his chest…

Alex has grown a bit leery of anything that struck him as occult, having seen the very real power that lurked behind such rituals. But Nashoba's wife seemed benign, so he assumes she has no ill intent.

"What will this do for your grandfather?" He asks the young boy.

"She's done this before," says William, "and she looks like she knows what she's doing. I'm sure we could have an interesting conversation with her if someone could translate."

The boy spoke to his grandmother, who replied in her native tongue. ”She said Glue-scap-ey will protect him. Keep him well,” he said, struggling with the pronunciation of the unfamiliar word.

Lawrence, being uneasy with anything that even resembles a ritual, watches the grandmother with apprehension- but, if this is the real thing, then this woman must know something useful! What Lawrence would have given to turn some magic on Brophy...
"And who is... Glue-scap-ey? Or what?"

"And what is Nakka Mur?" asks William.

Having done some research on Native American lore, Ivy tries to remember if she’s come across these weird words.

INT is 55 if that helps.
[38] = 38
1d100: [ 38 ] = 38

“Gluskabe is a magical warrior,” Ivy says. “Said to fight against evil.”

"Sounds like someone good to have on your side," says William.

"At this point I will take all the help I can get." says Alex.

Whatever his wife was doing to him, it was having a calming effect on Nashoba, whose movements became less spasmodic and restrained. His cries subsided to a murmur and within five minutes, his breathing became relaxed and it appeared that he had fallen asleep.

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