Today the gardens were closed thanks to a generous offer made by the Shaman of Doashim. This was to be a special occasion for the Pact of Doashim, and the man wanted no distractions nor interruptions from wandering souls. Reaching out he plucked a stone from the circulating wind currents and examined it, noticing the mineral veins adorning the multi facets of the rock. A slight smile crossed his face as he released it to join it's brethren in the sky once more.
Settling down upon the ground he rested on his knees and breathed in, slowing his mind and body as he communed with the Patron. Dressed in his usual attire of brown trousers, tan tunic, and boots the Mad Master carried only his kal upon his belt for a weapon. He worried not about an attack here in the center of Confederate space ringed by Mandragora and the force. Though he was not armed as typical, neither was he devoid of means of actionable violence.
But today was not a day for war, or death. Today was something special. A gift for the Pact of Doashim. Today they would be delving into the spirit realm and finding an ur-spirit unique for them all.