The crane tilted its head and then watched what Lyral was doing.

Lyral was unhooking the webs of compulsion spells from Keylorian's mind, "The one you're protecting, bad people have done things to his mind, I'm taking it away, it will give you more room to roam."

The bird backed away as if it understood, and began attempting to help, pecking at the spells.

Lyral smiled, "I'd expect nothing less of a guardian of Chi'ji. Thank you." It probably didn't take long for Lyral to clear out the mess in Keylorian's head. He said goodbye to the crane and left Keylorian's mind, then carefully lifted the old man onto the bed, the rangerlings who were on it all hopped off to make room for the elder, worried.

For a moment, Keylorian's form seemed to shimmer, but whatever changes were trying to happen ran out of energy and reversed.  The yellowing bruises were even more apparent on his back, along with a freshly healed scar along his ribs on his right side.  The monk remained unconscious.

Lyran investigated the scars, he used the light to deliver a little healing to those spots and bruises, then frowned, "He needs food, water, and rest."

Liliriel noticed the minor commotion of rangerlings as she exited the room, and the huntress tapped one on the shoulder. "What's going on in there?"

Wynthar looked to Liliriel, "Oh. Mister Keylorian had spells on him. And he's hurt. And we tucked him into bed."

Nelanth, Stryxis, and Tynxus sat on the bed and watched Keylorian.

She looked over at Keylorian, and nodded. "One of you go get me some bread, fish, or something. He needs to eat."

Wynthar scampered downstairs, got a plate of grilled salmon from Tal Brightmane, then went into the kitchen and piled the rest of the plate with the spiced barbecue chicken rice, and a couple of rolls, which he carefully buttered before heading back upstairs. Big plate of lots of food.

Liliriel waded into the room and sat on the bed, moving Keylorian into a sitting position, and running a finger along his ribs with a worried frown.  "Wake up, old man." she said, "Food's coming."

Tyan moved in and shooed the rangerlings off the bed, "Give the man room."

Liliriel reached into her pocket for smelling salts and waved them under Key's nose.  He shivered, twitched, and slowly opened his eyes.

Tyan looked Keylorian over, "Eat, my friend." He then looked down at the scrap of cloth Keylorian handed him.

The monk noticed the food and seemed to wake up a bit more. He took a roll and began to nibble tentatively, then grabbed the offered utensils and ate quickly, practically inhaling the fish.  As Liliriel handed him a mug of water, she looked at the platter. He'd inhaled all of it.

Wynthar looked at Keylorian, "He's really hungry. Does he want more? There's ribs, and chicken rice, and fish, and lots of bread and muffins and salad."

Tyan grunted, "He's going to turn into a bird, I think. Iviaen did so already."

Liliriel looked up at Tyan. "Bring him more, heavy on the fish," she replies, the monk stared off into space, occasionally sipping water. His attention was elsewhere.

Wynthar went back downstairs. He collected three more salmon steaks and two more rolls then ran back upstairs, "Okay here you are."

Tyan ruffled Wynthar's hair and then went back to staring at the piece of cloth with a frown on his face.

After he had eaten the second plate of food, his stomach growled.  Keylorian looked down at it in irritation, then his gaze fell on Tyan and the scrap of cloth. The monk's ears flattened, and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Wynthar blinked, "I'll go get another plate," and reached for Keylorian's current plate.

Lyral rubbed his chin, "They must have starved him in captivity."

"I'm right here." replied Keylorian irritably.

Lyral looked at Keylorian, "Yes. I know."

Wynthar's ears fanned back, "You're still hungry, right Mister Keylorian?"

"Yes," he replies. "The salmon is delicious."

"More bread? Salad?" The boy asked.

"Yes," he replied.  He looked up at Tyan.  "A red and gold patterned peacock."

Wynthar headed off. Downstairs at the grill he explained that Keylorian was really really hungry and really liked the salmon. Tal Brightmane piled five more salmon steaks onto the plate, then went into the kitchen and pulled a drawer from the icebox full of frozen salmon steaks, loaded them on the grill, and started heating them up. He wasn't expecting that many people to want fish.

Wynthar grabbed a bowl and put a salad in it, and a  tiny cup of light dressing in the bowl, then piled a few more rolls on top of the fish. He put the fish plat on top of the salad bowl and carried the whole thing upstairs, forks and spoons and stuff in hand. He offered it all to Kelorian.

"A peacock?" Tyan rubbed his chin, "It is possible they succeeded into making him into one then. Light help me, he'll be making cock-jokes non-stop for weeks."

Keylorian manages a chuckle, "He was already telling the bird what a pretty cock it was."

Liliriel rolls her eyes.

Tidanel looked at the other elves, "I bet it was a nice cock."

Keylorian took the plate and started on the salad first, much more slowly this time.  He finished off that platter at a more normal pace and shook his head when Wynthar asked him if he wanted more. "I don't want to make myself ill," he replied.

Wynthar smiled, "I hope you feel better, Mister Keylorian."

Hanathia added, "Yeah."

Keylorian nodded and moved back to his corner nest, curling up there in the blankets. "Thanks. It will take time," he replies.

Lyral and Tyan exchanged glances then left.

Downstairs Iviaen'd served himself up a more balanced meal. A large plate with a variety of food and was carefully and gracefully eating it, he was trying to teach his owl how to eat like an elf.

Serita smiled. "Don't make yourself sick. Andorithas nearly did."

Iviaen was nearly finished with his meal, "Well you said I needed a lot of energy, I usually eat a lot because magic... and I like food." He got up and grabbed himself a slice of  chocolate cake from the icebox. The box the cake was in had a warning label on it, to not eat because... drugs. Iviaen took, basically, lots and lots of thistle, "Now that I've got all this in me, I feel like I need to go sleep."

Serita looks at the warning label. "Sir, you just ate a huge piece of thistle cake. Let me help you to a bed before it hits."

Iviaen smiled and accepted her help, "Yes, I know. If I change back into an owl I'll be so high I won't be able to fly straight." He laughed.

Iviaen twitched and pulled away from Lyral as the priest moved closer to him, he repeated, "Wh-who?"

Lyral raised his hand and the two spell breakers moved, one to each side of Iviaen. They grabbed his arms and held him in place so Lyral could do his work.

Iviaen went into a panic, and struggled to free himself from the hands of Lyral's men. His form shifted into that of a winged elf with only pinfeathers on his wings, then into the shape of an anthro-elf with tail feathers, then into a straight up snowy owl and flew away from them, hooting in a panic. He perched atop a door frame and hooted again, his glowing fel-green eyes narrowed in a rage.

Aidana entered the kitchen and looked around to see what trouble Serita was in. She spotted the owl perched on the doorframe and tilted her head, then spotted Serita watching the other owl with wide eyes, "Serita!"

"I didn't do it!" Serita replied automatically.

Aidana looked around and asked, "Who is that?"

The Iviowl let out some soft warbles.

"Mister Iviaen!" Serita replied.

Lyral looked up at Iviaen, "Well it seems he's not the only one slated to become a bird."

"I wonder what kind of bird they turned Zan into. Probably a rooster. I'll never get over the cock jokes and the calls at the crack of dawn," Tyan sighed.

Aidana looked at the Iviowl, then at Serita, and walked through the cluster of Magisters and Inquisitors to grab a muffin. Between bites, she said, "Alright. I'll make sure the cooking doesn't burn. You calm him down and get him off the door."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Serita as she popped the last of her muffin into her mouth. She moved over beneath the doorframe and spoke to Iviaen in a series of soft warbles, taking off her leather belt and wrapping it around her arm, then beckoning him down.

Iviowl warbled back and flew down from the doorframe. He landed on her shoulder.

She winced slightly, muttered, "Soft claws", then warbled to him again and patted his wing.

Iviowl hooted and released his claws. He floofed up, feathers on end. He's a very floofy and slightly wide owl.

Serita looks at Lyral, "I didn't know you could do that, Mister."

Lyral shook his head, "He just did that on his own."

Serita looked thoughtfully up at the owl and hummed softly.

Iviowl seemed to be in a panic.

Lyral pinched the bridge of his nose, "Now I've dealt with a lot of things. I'm not sure how to handle the reliquary owl."

Dalaen walked in, "Reliquary--owl?"

Lyral pointed to the Iviowl, "That's Iviaen Brightblaze."

Dalaen looked at Iviaen then began to laugh, "Oh Light, you're a hooter."

Aidana facepalmed at Dalaen, and shook her head. "That was totally not the proper reaction," she stated, her tone flat.

Serita huffed and warbled at Iviowl, grabbing a towel and walking Iviowl out of the kitchen, and into a dark room. "Aidana can finish cooking." she said, as she draped the towel over their heads. "Calm yourself, this is not permanent.  They did this to you, didn't they?" she asked.

Iviowl bobbed his head.

"You will be able to change back," she said softly.  "Mister Dalaen wouldn't find it funny if it were done to him." she huffed, giving the direction of the kitchen a baleful glare.

Iviowl seemed to have calmed down substantially now.

"Think of it as a- what is the spell you use to turn enemies into a sheep?  That spell," said Serita, thinking of combat on the Broken Shore that she had witnessed, "You know your usual shape. You know the shape you are in now."

Iviowl's talons tap softly against Serita's shoulder. He then moves from her body onto the floor and arcane power swirled around his little owl body. Poof. Iviaen was... Iviaen again.

Iviaen rubbed his head, "I've got such a weird craving for meat."

Serita smiled at Iviaen, then looped the towel over her arm. "Owls eat meat. We- they- are carnivorous. You've just changed for the first time, and you're going to be ravenous.  Your clothes won't fit right.  Mass becomes energy used in the transformation, and it burns fuel." she explained, leading him back into the kitchen.

Iviaen looked down at his robes, "So you eat a lot all the time?"

"Have you seen how much meat we go through?" She asked, then chuckled, "You should see Nuada after a flight."

"I presume you also don't shift a whole lot. You just remain in your wingy forms," Iviaen rubbed his chin.

"We shift a lot at first. The wingy form is a negotiation," she replied. "I do not use it here, there are too many people, and I do not think that the Lord would like talon marks in his furniture."

She rummaged until she found another bottle of whiskey, then poured a glass full and handed it to Iviaen, along with a hunk of sausage scavenged from the cooler, which she sliced into small chunks and presented to him on a plate.  The paladin pointedly ignored the rest of the kitchen's occupants as she did this. She handed him a fork, held out the platter for him, and said, "You will have little control these first few days. Drink the whiskey, eat the sausage; the liquor will calm you, the sausage is meat."

Iviaen inhaled both the whiskey and the meat, his stomach growled.

Lyral eyed Iviaen but kept his distance, "I think he's been through enough for one day. Where's the other one?"

Tyan pinched the bridge of his nose, "Keylorian. Where's Keylorian?"

Dalaen pointed up, upstairs.

Serita found half of a leftover roast and sliced a generous portion, then repeated the same cutting that she had done with the sausage, and slid the cut roast onto the plate.  "I know you are hungry, but try to eat slowly.  You are teaching your owl what is good, and how to be Sin'dorei."

Iviaen took a fork and knife and began to slowly eat the food, proper posture, proper manners, he paused, "Carve and shred those chickens, then stick the shredded chicken in a pot and pour the spiced glaze from one of the other pots in, then add the rice, and stir."