Ossanlin emerges from his trance, the physical, audio, and optical barriers dissolving around him. It had been a strange experience...the Ellimist...yes he had shown Ossanlin truths. Ossanlin feels somewhat more at peace about Tamora's death, though the guilt is still there, a dull throb. What was more important...the Ellimist had shown Ossanlin the necessity of existence. Not just any existence, but HIS existence. He was in fact one of the Ellimist's generals now, a player as powerful in the game as Crayak's Visser 3. The bar...the Bar Tender...an impartial observer, but nearly as powerful as Crayak or the Ellimist himself. This PLACE was an important battlefield as well. This unassuming little bar...a microcosm of the Universe. Actions here had waves that reached much further than Ossanlin had ever thought. He wasn't here because he needed a break from the war, he was here to play a greater part in the greater war, because the Ellimist needed him here.
Ossanlin shakes his head. He finds that his senses in his regular form have increased somewhat. Experimentally he attempts to lift a pebble from the ground with thought...and the stone rises a few inches. It wobbles a bit in the air and falls back to the ground, Ossanlin breating hard from the effort. Along with the stone's rise, Ossanlin had felt the same raging torrent of something flowing through him. Apparently he had some limited telekinetic abilities in his regular form now, perhaps a greater portion of his brain mass unlocked with that vision of the true nature of the Bar. He would need practice...and the small stone had tired him greatly...perhaps Mar would have some insight.
Ossanlin walks on somewhat-wobbly legs toward the bar again. He needs to speak with Mar, or Terenia...or someone. His legs become more sure as he trots, but he still feels exhaustion. He scans the area with all four eyes as he continues trotting across the ship parking area.
