Chapter 5- a suspicious potion sold at the market
The investigation of the prince's murder continued for a few more days and soon, some answers were unearthed, but with some further questions alongside. At the entrance to Seresute's Cave where the bodies of the prince, his guards and the two dumb horses were kept and investigated, Caesium the Chroma Cat, Adamans and Iridia the Fenghuang couple and Crimsonandil the Vermillion Bird emerged with several Fauns and small Talking Beasts like Talking Rabbits. Quaoar stood with Jumba the Elephant, Naihanchi, Spock and a few other members of the Justice Enforcement team.
"What have you managed to conclude regarding the prince and his guards and horses' deaths, Caesium?" the Kitsumiho asked.
"It had been a challenge figuring out what had killed them and how to begin with, Quaoar," said Caesium, "Until a Talking Tiger, an Eagle, some Macaws, Wolves and a Theropod came in and examined the claw and bite marks on their mangled bodies."
"And they identified those wounds as definitely being from some animals like a Big Cat or Canines such as wolves, and also from ursines such as bears," said Adamans, "as well as from some flying creatures like eagles."
"So the prince and his group have definitely been attacked by a group of animals of various species," added a Faun. Quaoar exchanged looks with Naihanchi, Jumba and the others with them.
"And that begs the question," added Iridia, "If the prince had been under proper guard by those nine protectors including the horse driver, all of them well armed with the appropriate weapons and dressed in the proper armour such that they would have easily dealt with any animal attack, then how were they overwhelmed and easily killed like they were?"
"Along with the two dumb horses and that carriage that was smashed to pieces," added Crimsonandil.
"Well, I know a few dumb animal species like wolves are excellent co-operative hunters," said Quaoar. Being a centuries old Magical Fox, he was an expert in a LOT of areas such as dumb animal biology and behaviour. "But the murder of the prince and his group is on another level."
"Well, I'll tell you something, Quaoar," said a Talking Rabbit, "The prince's assassination was clearly not the work of a pack of dumb animals, not even team-hunting animals like wolves."
"The prince's guards would have easily driven those animals away with their weapons, anyway," added another Faun.
"And that carriage that held the prince wouldn't have been easily destroyed by a pack of dumb animals in addition as it had been armoured like the guards," added a Wolf. Naihanchi was about to speak when someone else shouted Quaoar's name. She, Quaoar and the others turned and saw a Tailed Pterosaur, an Owl and a few Falcons fly in. They had been part of the re-enactment and eyewitness interviewer team at the crime scene by the Great River.
"What have you to report from the re-enactment of the prince and his guards' final moments and also from the eyewitnesses, Snowy?" asked Quaoar. Then the Owl, a pure white one of the Snowy Owl species and named for it, stepped forward. He was an adult male Snowy Owl for adult females bore black stripes in their plumage like the Cardinal White Tigers such as Aang. Juvenile Snowy Owls of both sexes also bore black stripes but as a male passed through puberty; his stripes disappeared from his plumage.
"The attack and assassination of the prince and his group had definitely been planned and co-operatively carried out," Snowy replied, a serious look on his face, "And not in the way of teamwork-hunting dumb animals like wolves either."
"In fact, how the murder was carried out was far more advanced than even the hunting strategy of dumb wolves," said a Falcon. Then dread rolled through Quaoar and the others as a definite conclusion as to who killed the prince and his group was drawn, especially as the Tailed Pterosaur or Rhamphorhyncoid spoke. This Winged Reptile was a hunting dumb animal expert and specialist so he knew how differently group-living Talking Beasts hunted their game from their dumb counterparts.
"No dumb animal, not even those that hunt in packs, can plan and execute such a complex attack strategy like what and how the eyewitnesses who had seen the forms attack that group and how we re-enactors had reconstructed at the Great River," said the Pterosaur, "Neither can any dumb animal plan to overcome the defences the carriage and the guards had in their armour and weapons. Such ability to do that requires higher brain functions and planning, so this means one thing: the killers of the prince and his group had definitely been Talking Beasts."
"That definitely explains the claw marks on the mutilated bodies of the prince and his group and those two horses," said Adamans, "And the destruction of that armoured carriage."
Quaoar and Naihanchi flinched violently when they heard this. Talking Beasts were supposed to be civilised creatures even towards humans, not murderous like the prince's murderers had been. Then Quaoar remembered similar reports of human assassinations occurring in some other areas of the country.
"It's just like those previous cases of humans being killed by Talking Beasts," the Kitsumiho said, "But this most recent incident involving the prince... and the king's ONLY son and heir to the throne after him... THAT is crossing the line."
"Yes, it is VERY serious," said Naihanchi. Then Quaoar felt that it was time to move the investigation up a division now that the murderers of the prince's species had been uncovered. Turning to the body investigation team, Quaoar commanded, "You lot pack the bodies carefully and take them to Cair Paravel for burial and make sure the king has a chance to say goodbye one last time to his deceased son. He won't like it but he has to see him," he then turned to Snowy, the Falcons and the Rhamphorhynchoid Pterosaur, "You lot return to the crime scene at the Great River and tell your teams to finish their work there and also pack up their equipment to bring back here. This case is now closed for now."
Snowy and his group nodded, turned and took off for the Great River to relay the command to the rest of the re-enactment and interviewer team. As the group of Winged Creatures left, Quaoar turned to Naihanchi, Jumba and the other members of the Justice Enforcement team with a VERY serious look on his face.
"You lot, set up our meeting area ready for a VERY important meeting and then gather the rest of the Justice Enforcement Team," he commanded severely, "I want this situation discussed and possible solutions drawn ON THE DOUBLE! If there is a group of Talking Beasts going against the Great Lion's command to NOT behave like their dumb counterparts in killing these humans up and down our country, I would like to know PRONTO!"
And with that, Naihanchi and the others dispersed to carry out the commands while Quaoar himself left to get himself ready.
Later, at a marketplace
The market set up near one part of the wood was busy. Various tents were set up and in those tents, various foods and objects were set up for sale to passing customers and the sellers in charge of these stands were various Talking Beasts and Magical Creatures. Some were merchants selling food from other domains to the Land Domain dwellers as among them were some Aquatic Talking Beasts capable of coming onto land, such as Gannetwhales, Tizheruk, Talking Sea Snakes, Seals and Penguins and a few Sea-Fish People in their Human-like Land Form selling foods from the Sea (despite the possible threat of the Telmarines looming over the country). Others simply sold fruits, carvings and firewood. It was quite like a busy market in our world and like how we went about browsing the objects for sale; various Narnians went about browsing what was for sale on the stands in this market. One of the browsers was a young teen Cheetah lad and he was aspiring to be an expert cook in an elaborate Talking Beast version of a kitchen. However, he needed intensive training and studying in the area of food preparation to meet the expectations of the position and several times before when he applied for the role, he could not cut the mustard. Though he had the skills to cook food including fruit and vegetables, he still needed plenty of time to refine them to eventually do so but he wanted that position now without all that required effort. As a result, the aspiring Cheetah cook had become VERY disgruntled. He was visiting the market, looking for some food to purchase to very reluctantly continue his studies, and he was not doing it in a joyful mood. His mood was very bitter, like a child that could not get his own way in something. Sourly, he continued to browse the food stands, snapping his gaze away from a Sea-Fish Person aiming to sell Flish pie to him by calling to him.
The Cheetah continued browsing the stands until his eyes landed on one particular stand selling a set of strange looking horns. These horns were shaped like a ram's horns and were painted a variety of metallic colours such as gold, silver and red. However, the horns weren't solid on the inside. They were storage horns used to carry contents, be it liquids or solids such as fruit so they were hollow. They were in fact a cornucopia-type horn and their larger mouths had been sealed with a decorative cap painted to match the colour of the rest of the horn. The Cheetah's sour eyes happened to turn in the direction of the stand and the moment they met the metallic ram's horns, his curiosity piqued and he went over to it. As he jumped up to put his front paws onto the covered table like a dog smelling a pie to get a closer look at the horns, the owner of the stall moved. This owner was a Talking Chimp and he was dressed in a gown. When the Cheetah saw the Chimp in his gown, he thought it odd that he would have attire for Talking Chimps did not normally wear any type of clothes unless they were cooking or going to war or other occasions like a wedding. However, his wonder was dispelled when the Chimp spoke.
"Interested in these potions, Spotted Cat?" he asked in a suave and inviting voice. The Cheetah dropped onto all fours and spoke.
"Um... I was ju-just wondering... about those strange looking metallic horns, sir," he replied in a stammer, "What are they? Ornamental horns?"
The Chimp's mouth widened on his face, "In a way, Cheetah, but they are more than that. They are containers of a special drink."
"Really?" the Cheetah replied, "What kind of a drink do these horns hold? Blended fruit?"
The Chimp leaned forward, picked up a metallic blue horn and held it by his head.
"Oh, not just any drink made from blended fruit, Cheetah," the Ape replied in a soft voice, "It's a special variety of drink. It's a type of potion called 'Wish Potion', made from the hands of a genie. If you drink this potion, then your greatest wish will come true. I have had other customers come by, buy this potion and try it and believe me, the feedback from EVERY... SINGLE... ONE of them had been UTTERLY great.'"
The Cheetah's ears picked this up and his face lit up like a light bulb in UTMOST delight at the sound of the description of what was in the horns, especially the reviews from previous customers. Then gazing at the selection of metallically-painted horns and their decorative caps and wanting his wish of becoming an expert cook almost instantly to come to reality, he immediately made his decision.
"I'll take one," he said excitedly and with that, he pulled out his money satchel. The Chimp's smile widened until it was at its maximum length of ear to ear and he put the horn back onto the table. He then took the Cheetah's money and the Cheetah took one of the metallic horns, a metallic orange one. However, the purchase wasn't cheap. It had taken the ENTIRE amount the Cheetah had in his money satchel but the Cheetah didn't care. All he cared about was becoming an expert cook and he hoped that this potion would give him the shortcut he so desired to allow him to achieve it. Flooded with UTMOST delight, the Cheetah left with the metallic orange cornucopia horn and left the market back to his home of Quaoar's community while the Chimp owner giggled at receiving the money in triumph.
Back at Quaoar's community in the Meeting Area
Quaoar and the rest of the Justice Enforcement group had once again assembled in the clearing. Practically everyone was here, including Morla the Black Tortoise, Crimsonandil the Vermillion Bird, Moana the Azure Dragon, Aang the White Tiger, Naihanchi the Nekomata, Jumba the Elephant, Adamans and Iridia the Fenghuang couple, Thunderbolt the Raiju, Spock the Pegasus, and Caesium the Chroma Cat. Alyssum the Beaver, however, was absent for Quaoar would not allow her to come because of her bat attitude.
"It is clear that these attacks on our human co-inhabitants that have happened," Quaoar spoke from his leader's spot to the group, "are from packs of Talking Animals and perhaps even some Magical Creatures. When the first several incidences happened, we just dismissed them as isolated occurrences, but recently, they have gotten a whole lot more frequent and worse with the assassination of the prince and the king's ONLY son and ONLY heir to the Cair Paravel throne being the final leaf."
The others listened as the Kitsumiho, or Kitsune/Kumiho hybrid continued, a SERIOUS look on his face, "So it is time we did something about it. This is a VERY serious problem, for a number of reasons. First, these incidences are jeopardising our relationship with the Narnian humans and if we don't do something soon, the rift will widen and eventually, those humans will see us as nothing more and no different from, savage dumb beasts with nothing but a thirst for blood on their minds."
Some of the listeners winced at this thought as they found it INCREDIBLY insulting. Jumba, Caesium and some of the Wolves part of the group were especially repulsed by this. Quaoar continued, "Second, the behaviour of those Talking Beast killers are going against Aslan's command to be different from our dumb counterparts. From dumb beasts you were taken, to dumb beasts you will return if you behave like them. In other words, your gifts of thought and speech will be taken from you, said the Great Lion and he certainly wasn't kidding or lying and he NEVER lies. We have had countless incidences of Talking Beasts reverting to dumb animals just for behaving like their dumb counterparts or doing something VERY serious like severely mock the Lion. For example, a flock of Talking Chickens and Peafowl that had lived an incredibly debauched and promiscuous lifestyle no different from their dumb counterparts faced that terrifying fate and they became no different from regular, dumb chickens and peafowl."
The listeners quivered at this as Quaoar went on, "and the same thing will happen to these Talking Beast assassinators if they don't stop their killing spree, so it is important we come up with a good solution to this serious problem, and SOON before it gets any worse. So, suggestions?" he raked his expectant glare over his underlings when a Scarlet Macaw member raised his wing.
"Shoot, Macao," Quaoar said when he saw the Macaw's raised wing. The Macaw retracted it and spoke.
"We could perhaps have search groups look for these groups of rogue Talking Beasts and when they find them, they will follow them to their hiding place," Macao suggested, "And when they do find their hideout, they report back to us. Then the searchers will lead some soldiers to their hideout where the soldiers will then arrest those Talking Beasts and bring them back here for questioning."
"That sounds like a logical solution, Macao," said Adamans, "But the search group will have to be very careful in tracking those rogue Beasts to their lair. If they get spotted, they could end up killed."
"I suggest we instead send our soldiers on patrol," said a Terror Bird member, "and when they find a group of rogue Talking Beasts, they can ambush them and capture one or two of them. Then they will bring them back here for questioning."
"We will need soldiers of very strong and smart species for that task though," said a Wolf, "Suppose a pack of us Wolves are sent out and we tried that. We'd be hopelessly overpowered and killed if that band of rogue Talking Beasts has some powerful Beasts like a large Dinosaur or worse, a Magical Talking Beast like a Roewn, a Sphinx or an Onikuma amidst them."
"An Onikuma could easily outmatch us with its strength and powers such as telekinesis," said another Wolf. The other Wolves and Canids present nodded in agreement.
"Indeed they will, my Dog members," said Quaoar also in agreement, "So a pack of small Talking Beasts like Wolves and Coyotes going after a band of rogue Talking Beasts by themselves would be UTTERLY unwise, but I like the idea of sending search-and-capture groups out into the country to hunt down and catch any suspicious Talking Beasts for questioning, but those teams MUST have a variety of creatures among them to help even the battlefield against their opponents, like for example, an Onikuma in our group like in theirs."
"We will need to send this strategy to the other communities up and down our country as well," said Crimsonandil.
"Yes, we could do with their help in dealing with this problem for one," said Morla, "And two, it will enable us to work as a team and a country despite this horrific decay of the Dark Age affecting us for the past number of centuries since the end of the Golden Age."
"We could send our Flying community members as messengers between us is suppose one of the other communities manages to apprehend one of the Rogue Talking Beasts," said a Talking Mouse.
"Would our human friends help out?" asked Moana.
"That would be unwise, Moana," said Caesium, "Unlike us Talking Animals, humans do not have any inbuilt weapons of defences such as claws, horns and body bulk to deal with animals, much less Talking Animals."
"I suppose we can send Talking Beast helpers to them," suggested Aang.
"Our relationship with those humans is currently under threat because of those rogue Talking Beasts killing groups of them like dumb beasts, Aang," said Naihanchi, "And besides that, with the prince being the most recent victim along with his guards, I doubt that his father the king would have any trust in us left within him now."
"Naihanchi's right, folks," said Quaoar sadly, "Once the king sees his dead son's body, he's likely gonna blame us for his death, which is why I want this problem sorted, ASAP. I'll send a messenger to him to let him know of our plans nonetheless, though so that he will know what is going on," he then stood up onto all fours and turned to Jumba and the Terror Bird, "You two go round our community and set up some search-and-capture groups to send out into the field to keep an eye out for any rogue Talking Beast groups stalking the area looking for their next human victims to kill. Give them the following directive: once you find any suspicious Talking Beast groups, attack and capture at least one of them but do NOT kill them. Once you do catch at least one of them, bring them back here bound and alive to Seresute's Cave for questioning."
Jumba and the Terror Bird nodded and left to carry out the task. Quaoar turned to the four Cardinal Beast members Crimsonandil, Aang, Moana and Morla, "You four set up some flying messenger groups to send to our king and to the other communities up and down the country of Narnia to let them know of our plans and also to tell them to send out search-and-capture groups with the same directive as well. They will need a suitable spot in their dwelling area to serve as an interrogation spot if possible."
The four Cardinal Beasts nodded and obediently left to gather some flying Beasts to carry out the task. Quaoar turned to the others and said, "And the rest of you, continue your usual jobs and also set up Seresute's Cave into an interrogation area in case our search-and-capture groups manage to capture a rogue Talking Beast."
The rest of the Justice Enforcement team nodded and as soon as Quaoar said, "Dismissed", they left to carry out those tasks with some going to Seresute's Cave to turn it into said role. Quaoar himself then left.
And so search-and-capture groups had been set up from the recruitment of willing soldiers of various species within Quaoar's community. Seresute's Cave was changed from a body investigation area (now that the bodies of the prince and the guards were taken away, the investigation team done with them and the bodies of the horses and pieces of carriage removed and discarded; the horse bodies will be fed to scavenger dumb beasts), and winged messenger groups were set up and pieces of paper with Quaoar's commands and methods written on them distributed among them and they were sent out to the areas of the Narnian country. One will go to Cair Paravel to alert the king of Quaoar's intentions and plans and Quaoar and the others had hoped that they will make it back alive since after all, they worried for the king's views of them now that his son was dead thanks to a pack of rogue Talking Animals, but that was another subject. Quaoar had other things to focus on.
An hour after dismissing his Justice Enforcement group meeting, Quaoar walked through his community to check on the wellbeing of the members and their families and groups. Some Dwarf, Brownie and Curupira blacksmiths were forging weapons for the soldiers and various other Creatures carried out other tasks such as beekeeping, Silver-Spider crop-farming on a smaller scale and growing and gathering food. Some other Creatures were preparing to go out on hunting trips to bring back dumb beast meat for the community, or to the market to buy stocks. Mothers were also teaching their offspring various basic skills of life and also about Aslan to Quaoar's gladness. It was quite a busy community indeed with a plethora of activities going on. Smiling, Quaoar moved on but as he did, a slender spotted Cat called to him.
"Mr Quaoar," the fluffy cub cried at the entrance to an underground den shaped like an earthy cave, "Mr Quaoar, come and have a taste of the Flish pie my brother Spot just made."
Quaoar gazed at the Cub and accelerated his walk towards the den, which was a den for a few families of Big Cats of different species.
As he entered the den, he saw a young Cheetah teen, the same Cheetah who wanted to be an expert cook and named Spot, by a makeshift oven as he placed a large pie onto a metallic frame shaped like a cooling rack with a cloth covering his front paws to protect them from getting burned. Nearby, the Cheetah's family consisting of the parents, two more siblings and another family of two parents and four Cheetahs, the extended family, sat around a tree stump they used as a table. Nearby, a family of Regular Talking Tigers were up to their usual business but they gazed at the Cheetah family with admiration looks on their faces at the divine smell of the young Cheetah's beautifully done pie, Flish pie. Then as soon as the Flish pie was cool enough for consumption, Spot took a knife and began to cut up the pie for his family and himself. Then he served the chopped up pie to his family and offered a piece to Quaoar. As he did that, the other Cheetahs began to dig into their shares of the pie.
"Hmm, it's UTTERLY delicious," Spot's mother spoke in amazement at the taste, "Not only does it taste so good with the concoction of flavours you have added with the variety of herbs but also the texture's brilliant. Well done, Spot."
Spot smiled at the compliment as Quaoar took the slice of the Flish pie and tasted it. To his surprise, it tasted UTTERLY good, like it was the best Flish pie he had ever had. The expertly-made taste lit his eyes up in fact. Amazed, he gazed at the proud Spot.
"How did you suddenly acquire the skill to make such an awesome Flish pie, Spot?" he asked, "You've never made Flish pie before, certainly not one THIS good."
"I purchased a Wish Potion from a stand owned by a Chimp at the market and consumed it, and it enhanced my skills drastically, Mr Quaoar," the young Cheetah and aspiring cook explained and with that, he led Quaoar to a metallic cylinder bin where he had discarded the metallic horn containing the potion. The horn was curved, painted metallic orange and was opened, its cap removed. Quaoar took the horn out of the bin and examined it.
"Where did you buy this?" asked the Kitsumiho.
"I told you, from a Chimp selling these Wish Potion horns at the market," replied Spot, "He told me that the potion makes your greatest wishes come true. Some other customers have purchased the potion and have consumed it. Their feedback had been excellent, especially in their wishes being granted."
As Spot spoke, Alyssum the Beaver crept in to listen in. When she heard Spot mention some Wish Potion and described its effects to Quaoar, her face lit up. Quaoar then examined the metallic orange horn.
"I'll take this with me and get what's left of its contents examined," he said.
"B-but Mr Quaoar," protested Spot, "There's nothing wrong with the drink. At least it has enhanced my cooking skills to expert level."
"I must check the contents of this horn first," Quaoar spoke firmly, "I just want to make sure that there is nothing suspicious about it."
With that, the Kitsumiho left with the horn. Spot looked on, dismay welling within him but then he heard his mother's voice call to him, and not in a voice tone he would like to hear.
"Spot, can we have a talk with you?" she said. Spot turned to face his mother standing with his father and obediently left with his parents to somewhere private.
As Quaoar carried the horn away, Alyssum ran up to him.
"If what Spot said was true about these Wish Potions," said the sassy Beaver Sow, "Then I would like one to get that irritatin' blind Beaver Bucktooth outa my..."
"Alyssum, go home and return to what you need to do, NOW!" Quaoar snapped, making Alyssum flinch and sourly obey. She daren't get into a confrontation with Quaoar anyway, especially after the ultimatum he gave her if she didn't change her attitude, especially towards the disabled community members.
As Quaoar walked along with the horn in his left front paw; Naihanchi came up to him.
"The search-and-capture group has been set..." she began when her eyes caught the metallic orange thing in Quaoar's paw, "What's that thing?"
"It's a VERY suspicious horn that contained some suspicious contents," Quaoar replied, "Unfortunately; Spot the Cheetah has already consumed most of it. However, there are a few drops of the drink left. Can you get this to Moana and her chemist and potion team for testing?"
Naihanchi took the horn and gazed at its metallic orange coating, stunned briefly by its beauty.
"And do not, repeat: NOT consume what's left of that drink," Quaoar severely commanded, "Not only are those remaining drops valuable for the testing but the effects of the drink are likely to be not good."
"Is this drink poisonous or something?" asked Naihanchi. When Quaoar hardened his commanding glare, the Nekomata obediently left with the horn without further questions to take it to Moana and her chemist team.
"And also, once you have done that, can you go to the market and buy another horn from that stand?" added Quaoar, pulling Naihanchi's attention to him once more, "Make sure you have enough money for it first. I want a full horn under examination as well."
Naihanchi nodded obediently, twisted her two tails and lofted into flight with her tails spinning. Quaoar then returned to the Big Cats' den to question Spot about the Chimp and the stand of horns further.
Soon
After questioning Spot in the Big Cat's den and writing down his answers on a pad of paper and a feather quill pen, Quaoar looked through the answers back in his own den. Suspicion about the Wish Potion horns was clearly biting at him and he did NOT like the sound of the description of them and the stand given to him by Spot one bit. Who knows? That potion's side-effects could be poisonous, mind-affecting, or both but Quaoar expected possibly worse side-effects of this potion and he knew it was NOT good. His hopes about his suspicions rested on Moana and her chemist and potion team and also Naihanchi as who had gone to the market to buy another horn full of this drink to serve as a second sample for Moana and her group to test. However, Quaoar's written answers he got from questioning Spot were already not looking good and Moana's team had not yet even tested the precious few drops of the sample they had of the drink. While Quaoar continued looking through Spot's answers he had written down, Aang came in and knocked on the lip of the den.
"Come," Quaoar answered and the White Cardinal Tiger stepped in. Quaoar then turned to look at him.
"Quaoar," he said, "We've got visitors from the Narnian Moon lead by Obi Wan the lead Grey Moon Man and they would like to meet you for a serious word outside the forest," he then saw the notepad in Quaoar's paw, "What's that list you've got there?"
"I've been questioning Spot, a young Cheetah aspiring to become an expert cook about some Wish Potion he had bought from the market to enhance his cooking skills, Aang," Quaoar replied, "I have sent Naihanchi to find that stand and buy an additional horn of this stuff for testing while Moana and her team are investigating the remaining drips from Spot's current one."
"Wish Potion?" asked Aang in confusion, "I've been to the market multiple times and I have never come across ANY of the stands selling ANY potions of ANY sort, not even fire flower healing cordial or the FOUL-tasting bone-mending Fracture-Fix potion."
"Potions are usually made by qualified potion experts or potioneers and sold through strictly controlled, specialist markets, Aang, because of their magical nature," said Quaoar sternly as he resumed looking through Spot's answers, "That is one of the reasons why I'm concerned... and suspicious... about these Wish Potions being sold at that regular market..."
Aang came in and gazed at the written answers Quaoar had jotted down during his questioning of Spot. Then he gazed at the Kitsumiho, "Anyway, that aside, Obi Wan wants to meet you. Him and his group have something very serious to discuss with you and it's about your twin sister Siveth who should have been visiting the Moon to educate the young Moon Creatures about Aslan and Narnia's true history months ago."
Quaoar then picked up a satchel and put around his shoulders. He then packed the notepad with Spot's answers written down for another time and left his den with Aang to meet the Grey Moon Man and his group outside the area where his community lived.