K is for Kadash Thaig
He's never been away. He's never been out. He's never felt that he was free to do what he wanted, to cast how he wants to cast. To feel the thrill of an adventure that he never knew he craved.
The Deep Roads are dark and dirty and, really, a bit frightening if he is honest with himself. Despite the fact that Dwarves don't interact with the Fade, he can feel it strong here, he can feel the gentle prickle of spirits and even demons on his skin while they traverse the fallen tunnels and finally break into Kadash Thaig. Enlightenment, who pulls close to him, brings him comfort from the strange sensation, and he remembers why he's chosen her and she him.
It is the most beautiful place he's ever been in his life. There is greenery everywhere and statues that tower to the cavern ceiling that even someone tall like him has to crane backward to see. The air is a little fresher and even Finn can see how some of Ariane's ancestors were able to live here in hiding.
Logically, it would be a fantastic place to hide.
The little nods to the past, to history, fairly mesmerize him and he loses himself from time to time picturing the dwarves who crafted them as they laid chisel to hammer and etched their runes into stone. It is a place where time has stood still and the world has begun to reclaim what was hers.
Holding Vera gently aloft he casts a soft glow that helps him read some of the writing on a crumbling obelisk, and loses however many moments it takes for Kahrin to pull him out of his reverie.
By retching over the side of one of the many footbridges.
He promises that it isn't blood magic, which isn't precisely the truth, but it's a grey area that he really doesn't want to have to explain. Ariane clearly is skeptical, but she doesn't understand magic. Kahrin watches with enough curiosity that he can tell that she is more pragmatic. She needs this information, and is willing to allow him to obtain it without question. He's the expert, she tells him. What does she know about magic, she reminds him.
Finn is thrilled again, because he's never done a scrying. Mediums are watched so stringently and any sort of communication with the Spirits is strictly controlled and observed. He feels so accomplished when the ritual points them in exactly the direction they need to go, and for once, Finn is being looked to for help, and it due to his work and research and interests.
It is an awful lot of travel, though. It would be so much easier if they could simply ask the dog to fetch a Morrigan