Ignoring the now-unconscious Uroth, Kun'nuk'kles went into the temple. Sure enough, glowing gently on the altar, were the three Chaos Emeralds. At least that imposter hadn't been lying about that. Now… where the hell was the sack? Ah, on the floor next to the altar. He picked up the sack and scooped the Emeralds into it.

Time to leave, then. He began to walk out of the Temple, and out of the village. But a small hand tugged on his own. He looked down to see Jakki, the little girl that had given him his staff back. "You don't have to leave right away, do you, Mister Kun'nuk'kles?"

Kun'nuk'kles kneeled down and looked into Jakki's eyes, which were full of tears. "I'm afraid I do, little one…" he said gently. "I need to save the world."

"Can't you stay? For a little while? Please?" she pleaded.

"You really should stay. In the time since you've arrived, the creeping death has stopped. There will be a feast in your honor," came a voice behind him.

Kun'nuk'kles looked back, and saw Menshi. "All right… all right… I'll stay," he conceded. "But only for tonight. I have spent too much time here in any case."

"Excellent!" Menshi clapped her hands. "The feast will begin at sunset. Be sure to be there!"

Kun'nuk'kles looked at the sky as Menshi and Jakki left. It was not yet noon. Damn… at least six more hours, lost to this village, which had already taken a day and a half! Then, he sighed. At least he could use this time to pinpoint the location of the next Chaos Spirit… there was no apparent pattern, so his divinations would have to do. He couldn't keep relying on the Watchers for this kind of information.

Good call.

Kun'nuk'kles looked up. "You think so?"

Yeah. Relying on others to do your own work is the start of laziness.

He sighed again. "You are totally accurate in that statement. Have you applied it to yourself?"

Pardon?

"Have you applied it to yourself?"

Hmm… you've given me something to think about…

Kun'nuk'kles ignored this, and started walking toward one of the houses. He saw one that was apparently empty, and went in. This spell would not require his staff… just the Chaos Emeralds and some candlelight. He found some in the corner, and placed them in a circle. He sat in the circle, the staff across his lap, and placed the Chaos Emeralds in front of him. "Ak'kun leoht. Pyrosis on'lim-ni min'ort. Light," he said, and the candles lit as beams of light from the staff struck them in turn.

"Divin'kill-luthi. Chaotim rors'schalck no-lumis," he intoned, and the Emeralds glowed slightly more. "Spirits of Air, Water, and Earth, use the Fire to show me the Chaos Spirits, the ones who resonate in time to these three Emeralds before me. Show me the one that is closest to this place. Show me what I wish to see."

The room faded, and was replaced by a vision of the sky. The perspective rose, and spun to focus in on a mountaintop, where a thunderhead was spinning slowly. The perspective zoomed into the cloud, to show what was within. It was some sort of floating ball-creature, glowing slightly violet. "Show me more."

The perspective moved, and fell upon a volcano, smoldering away. It zoomed in again, to show a many-legged creature, sleeping in the magma, glowing red. "Show me more."

The Perspective moved again, zooming in to a canyon, with many spires and rock protrusions. Among the protrusions, a creature made of rocks, glowing slightly yellow, slept. "Show me more."

Then, the perspective was filled with a pair of eyes, and where the eyes were not, there was a light blue color. Cyan. "I am Chaos Cyan. Stop thy search. It is folly, of the worst sort. You will not stop the destruction of your world simply by Binding us. The Chaos Spirits will remain, powerful, until the end of time itself. So it is said, so shall it be."

A wind blew through the room, blowing out all of the candles. The perspective vanished, and was replaced by the room he had been in. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the candles, and Kun'nuk'kles sighed. Chaos Cyan didn't want to be found. It had sufficient defenses to frustrate his attempts at divination. Well, then, Chaos Cyan would be the last to be Bound. Kun'nuk'kles gathered up the Chaos Emeralds, and stood up with his staff. He then walked out of the door, and looked up. The sun was much closer to setting than it had been. That was one of the side effects of divinations; time passed much more quickly outside of the diviner's perspective.

Tables were even now being set up outside the temple, and food was being prepared. It was still about an hour until sunset, though. Hmm. Five minutes of divination and five hours pass on the outside. Interesting, and perhaps useful to know. No other Wizard had ever bothered to figure out the ratio. He doubted it had ever seemed important. Well, there was still an hour left… so he might as well take a nap or something…

He headed over to Mentaka's house and found the blanket he had been using. He then curled up, covered himself, his staff, and the Chaos Emeralds with the blanket, and began to sleep.