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"What?" you mutter, distracted. "Uh, yeah. Maybe a quick rest when we get back. I'll be alright, though. I'm supposed to deal with odd stuff like this."
"Alright, man." Quinn says, still obviously uncertain, "If you say so."
"I do." you say, your voice regaining its customary resolve. "We still need to have a chat with this Stalker coat, and I'm curious to try this blade out on something soon."
"Hoping for a fight, huh?" Quinn asks, smiling slightly now. "Isn't that supposed to be inauspicious or something?"
"Probably." you say with a shrug. The mood thus somewhat alleviated again, the two of you make the journey back to your village in peace. You speak quietly with Tryd along the way, but he gives you much the same description Quinn did: You darted out of the clearing at top speed, then stopped and stared, still as a statue, at empty space for around three minutes.
Upon arriving at your workshop, you remove the cloak from your shoulders. "Pay attention," you say to Quinn. "I'm about to show you the ritual for unbinding a focus. I can't speak to a spirit while it's bound up in an object. It needs to be summoned from the raw focus."
Quinn nods, taking notes down on a small scrap that he's located on one of the myriad workbenches. You lay the cloak on a table, intoning the now-familiar words as you pass you hand over it. "Your purpose complete, your task well served. Release your holds now, spirits, and find respite in your Foci once more. This conduit is no longer your home, and it will not keep you. In the name of Osyki, Link to the World Without, may this be done."
The pelt slides off of the cloak like a shadow melting away in a sudden beam of light, pooling around your feet on the floor. You scoop the hide up, holding it in both hands. The usual mental link required to contact the spirit seems elusive, like attempting to snatch water from a pot. Still, you feel as though you're slowly making headway.