The Legend Of Zelda: Blood Of The Holders

A Fine Smoke

The traveling carriage of the Hylian royal family was far different from normal carriages used by the wealthy and nobility of the kingdom. Most carriages were a reflection of the owner’s wealth and status in society and many of the wealthy in Hyrule would commission finely carved carriages with wide windows and silk lined interiors with gold and silver trim. The royal traveling carriage was twice the size of most others used by the nobility in Hyrule, but instead of windows, it had several thin slits along the top edge that were more for ventilation than for light, and only one door on the right side that unfolded into a small staircase. Although the inside was finished with soft cushioned seats and beds for the occupants, the outside was intentionally undecorated and there was quite enough space to store a large canvas pavilion for setting up camp on the roadside. The carriage was originally supposed to be larger and act as a mobile palace, where the royal family could travel in comfort throughout the land. But the sheer size would have made it unusable on the cobblestone roads and what was originally meant to add luxury to a long and unpleasant trip now simply made it slightly less unpleasant. Sitting low in the saddle on Epona’s back, Link followed the slowly moving caravan. It was the caravan’s third day on the road from Hyrule City, and their progress had been horribly slow that combined with the delays they suffered after the ceremony had added to their growing frustrations. A team of horses had pulled the enormous carriage slowly behind the carts and mounted red-cloaked men of Lord Alromon. They were passing through the North Wood and though it was only midday, the thick canopy combined with the overcast sky gave the look of an early twilight, and the warmth from the previous had passed and was replaced by a mild chill as if winter was taking its last cold breath. The trip had so far been what Link had expected from the moment Zelda had told him that they would be traveling by caravan rather than riding. Link sighed; after three days, they were still so close to Hyrule City that if he turned around and headed back now and rode at a fast gallop, he would be back at the palace gates by sunrise the next morning. Shaking his head, Link caught sight of a milestone on the side of the road and he stared at the number carved into the base… It did not improve his mood. Epona stopped on her own, jarring Link in the saddle and getting his attention away from the depressing sight of the milestone.

“What is it, girl?” Link said, scratching her mane. She shook her head in an angry manner, as if their terribly slow pace also frustrated the young mare. Spotting the back of the large royal carriage he saw that it was also no longer moving. Link reined Epona around to the side of the carriage and saw that all the carts in front of it had stopped as well. “Driver!” He called up to the man sitting on top of the carriage. “Driver, why have we stopped?” He called again and the man shrugged.

“I don’t know, sir!” He answered, pointing to the carts ahead of them. Link looked again to the front of the caravan and squinted to see. Then, he recognized the white gelding that belonged to his friend Paldnor, and in a moment, the old man was waving to him. Link waved back and Paldnor spurred the gelding into a trot as he came closer; the look on his friend’s face showed that the old man was also suffering from a great deal of frustration.

“Unbelievable!” Paldnor spat, showing more anger than Link thought the old man capable of. Reining his horse, Paldnor in his deep green robes and traveling cloak fell in step next to Link. “Purely unbelievable!” He repeated, shaking his head.

“What is it, Paldnor? Why have we stopped?” Link asked his flustered friend and as he looked at Paldnor, he could see face turn red with anger.

“I am not totally certain, but those red cloaks of Lord Alromon say we’re waiting for someone.” The answer sent waves of shock and anger through Link that he could feel clear down to his fine leather boots.

“Waiting!” He uttered, saying it louder than he intended. “For…” He started, but then lowered his voice. “For whom?” He finished, leaning in closer so Paldnor could hear his whisper.

“I am uncertain who, that much I was unable to get from that group of ruffians.” He said sharply gesturing to the group of red cloaks. “This group of…” He started before Link cut in.

“Is this the only reason we’ve stopped?” Link asked and Paldnor raised his hands.

“I may not have gotten the whole of their reasons, but it appears so!” He answered his frustration showing through again. Link shook his head, the constant delays and slow pace of the caravan was exhausting and the thought of more days like this to come did not help his mood.

“It appears that we are here for the night, sir.” The carriage driver called down to Link getting his attention and Paldnor rolled his eyes at this.

“It appears so.” Link answered quietly.

“Should I get the pavilion set up?” The driver called down and Link nodded.

“Yes.” He said, and then looked at back half of the large carriage. He hesitated for a moment feeling the heartbeat inside, it was calm, strong, and steady an opposite of Paldnor’s enraged thump. “Do it… Quietly.” Link added, not looking away from the carriage.

“We should tell the princess.” Paldnor said, but Link shook his head, still looking at the carriage.

“No. It would be best to leave her be right now.” He answered, and then turned his attention to the front of the caravan, where several of the red-cloaked men were already setting up camp and some were striking flint for campfires. “Paldnor?” He called and the old man was looking in the same direction.

“Yes, Link?” He answered as Link started to dismount from Epona.

“You spoke to the red cloaks?” He asked, straining as he dismounted and pulled his light green cloak tighter around him, thankful for the first time for the new thick clothes that he had.

“I did, but I would not call what they gave me answers.” Paldnor said, again showing his distaste for Lord Alromon’s men.

“Lord Alromon gives them their orders. I would assume it is he who is truly waiting.” Link said, and Paldnor snorted.

“After the delays that we have suffered through, it should be them who are waiting for us.” Paldnor spat by the side of the road as he finished. “Is this soul we are waiting for important?” He asked, again looking towards the flurry of men setting up camp.

“They must be.” Link answered, getting a confused look from the old man. “Zelda has told me about Lord Alromon, and I believe that if this one soul that we are waiting for was not important, then Lord Alromon would not bother with him.” He finished and then scratched Epona on the neck. “Either way, I doubt that his men will tell us anything of use.” He added nonchalantly and Paldnor sighed.

“I am reluctant to concede that the good Lord Councilor has our immediate destiny in his hands.” Paldnor said, echoing Link’s mood but only for a moment. “Although…” He started, rubbing the gray stubble on his chin. “Perhaps we can get our answers from the good Lord himself.” The old man said with a mischievous smile on his face.

“What are you thinking, Paldnor?” Link asked, unsure of his friend’s intentions and Paldnor’s smile widened.

“What exactly did the princess say about our…host?” He asked, his mood now one of anticipation.

“He is arrogant, but cunning and skilled with words. Why do you ask?” The old man crossed his hands behind his back and looked as if he were about to laugh out loud.

“Link, dear boy, you are skilled in ways that I cannot fathom with your sword and survival, but when it comes to words, my boy, you are deficient.” He replied, patting Link on the shoulder sympathetically and Link looked to his friend with mock sternness.

“Deficient?” He questioned. “What are you saying, old man?” Link asked and Paldnor set his arm on his friend’s shoulders.

“Words, Link, can be as effective as any weapon, even more so.” Paldnor explained as he directed Link towards the front of the caravan.

“Words are better than a sword and how is this?” He asked following in the direction Paldnor led him.

“A sword is merely a tool, Link. But it is words that put it into motion and direct its motion.” He explained as they started moving passed scores of red-cloaked armored men setting up canvas tents. “I believe that we should speak to the Lord Councilor. Perhaps we can find the true nature of this particular delay.” He finished and Link stepped out from his arm.

“I doubt he will tell us anything, Paldnor.” Link said and then shrugged his shoulders. “Why would he tell us?” He asked and Paldnor faced him.

“Words, my boy. Use the right words and even the most arrogant and stubborn of man or beast will tell you whatever you want to know.” He said as they continued to the front of the halted caravan. “And also, the right words at the right time can win the heart of the most beautiful maiden for all eternity.” Paldnor added in his epic storyteller voice as they came closer to the front of the caravan where Lord Alromon would be setting up his camp. The site was surprising to both Link and Paldnor as they passed the men preparing their respective camps. “Few words can say as much as what my eyes tell me.” Paldnor said as he took a moment to see the whole of it. Near to where his men made their camps was a large circular canvas pavilion that was largest that Link had ever seen and outside a strong looking brown and white stallion was hitched to a tree. Smoke billowing from a hole in the top told both men that this camp had been set some time before they had all decided to stop.

“Did he ride ahead and set up here?” Link asked in an annoyed voice.

“Perhaps, though I cannot say for certain.” Paldnor answered. “I am now far more interested in speaking with Lord Alromon and finding out who is so important that we must wait for them.” Link found his friend’s eagerness to be slightly frightening.

“Paldnor…” Link started but stopped when he realized the old man could not be persuaded. A red-cloaked guard sat on an ale barrel outside the pavilion entrance with a long pike in hand and both Link and Paldnor met eyes with the spear wielding guard as they came near.

“Oh, Link.” The old man said, stopping Link as his enthusiasm showed. Link looked at Paldnor without answering. “While we are in there, pay no attention to what I might say.” He said quietly, immediately confusing Link who followed the old man as he again started towards the Pavilion.

“Why is that?” Link answered surprised.

“Also use temperance, my boy; keep your head clear.” He added in an even quieter voice.

“But?” Link started as they came near the pavilion entrance.

“Shush!” Paldnor said quickly and then quickly gave a toothy smile to the sitting guard. “Good day to you, sir!” He boomed in a welcoming voice.

“What’s your business here?” The red-cloaked guard tightened his grip on his pike as they approached.

“Peace, my friend. Peace.” Paldnor said, raising his hands in a passively. “Sir Link and I are here seeking the company of the good Lord Councilor Alromon if he is seeing guests?” He added hooking his thumbs into top of his belt.

“You are not expected!” The guard said, again tightening his grip on the pike and spitting out a black root he was chewing on. “His Lordship…”

“Welcomes them.” A voice boomed from inside the canvas pavilion and the guard visibly relaxed after the statement. “Let them in.” The voice said after a short pause and the guard, without further hindrance, opened the flap of the canvas pavilion and gestured for Link and Paldnor to enter.

“After you.” Link whispered to Paldnor to go first and the old man smiled as he ducked to enter.

“Remember, temperance.” Paldnor whispered back as he stepped through the opening in the canvas and Link quickly followed resting his hand gently on Aria’s hilt. The inside of the pavilion was lined with colorful silk hangings, and in the center of the circular tent was a polished clay fired brazier cradling red hot coals. On the other side of the brazier near the colorful silk lined walls of the Pavilion, Link came face to scarred face with Lord Halon Alromon. He sat cross legged in a carved and polished oak chair and his boots shined as well as his chain mail armor, one hand rested in his lap while the other grasped a long white pipe that emitted sweet smelling smoke.

“Welcome, gentlemen.” Lord Alromon said, gesturing to a pair of padded chairs chairs with a small table that had two goblets on them.

“We are honored to be here, my lord.” Paldnor said, grasping hands with Lord Alromon. “I am Paldnor Gorely and this, of course, Sir Link…”

“…Of the Lost Wood. Yes, I was hoping to get the chance to speak with you.” Lord Alromon said, cutting into Paldnor’s introduction. “I was wondering when the princess would do introductions, but the events of the past few days have made opportunities… Few.” He said, offering his hand to Link as he puffed plumes of sweet smelling smoke into throught the tent and Link grasped his hand, although with a moment’s hesitation.

“That is quite fragrant, my lord.” Paldnor said, cutting through the silence.

“Yes, it is a fine smoke.” He replied, removing the pipe from his mouth. “It is dried cactus root and is a rather coveted herb used by the Gerudo for ceremonies. I took a rather large amount from a group of raiders several years ago.” Lord Alromon said, allowing some pride to slip into his words. “They covet it and use it for meditation and prayer. However, I find it quite relaxing and fine reminder of past triumphs.” He said, looking at the long pipe as he spoke. “Can I offer you some?” He asked them and Link raised his hand.

“No, thank you.” Link answered quietly, still wondering what his friend’s intentions were.

“Master Paldnor?” He inquired and the old man nodded.

“Of course.” He answered and Lord Alromon returned the long pipe to his mouth with an audible click from his teeth and walked to a small cedar chest a few feet from his chair and produced another long ivory pipe with a small leather sack.

“Please sit.” Lord Alromon said cordially and Link and Paldnor sat in the padded chairs. Filling the pipe with dark leaf fragments from the sack, Lord Alromon then handed the pipe to Paldnor who graciously accepted it with a smile.

“Thank you, my lord.” Paldnor said, putting the pipe in his mouth as their host wordlessly offered him a light from a burning oil lamp. Leaning in close to accept the flame, the old man puffed smoke into the pavilion and sweet fragrance filled the room. It took a moment for Paldnor to take a full puff from the pipe and he coughed lightly as a man does when he clears his throat. “Pardon me.” He said with a few quiet coughs.

“It can be quite a surprise to those who are unfamiliar with the root.” Lord Alromon said as he produced a wine jug. “Wine?” He asked and this time Link accepted.

“Yes, my lord.” He answered remembering to be respectful.

“Absolutely.” Paldnoe said with plumes of thick smoke coming from his mouth and Lord Alromon filled the two clay goblets on table between them with the thick liquid. Lifting the goblet to his nose, Link smelled the wine; it was a fine vintage similar to royal wine.

“That, my young friend, is some of my finest vintage from the famed vineyards from the southlands near Nautalin.” Lord Alromon explained, filling his own goblet. “You will not be disappointed.” He added as he finished and placed the goblet next to the table.

“A toast!” Paldnor boomed, getting the attention of his two companions. “Praise for the kingdom, and the success of the council, and the Goddesses’ grace on all.” He said raising his goblet and Link and Lord Alromon mirrored his action.

“Here, here!” Link said in praise.

“For all eternity.” Lord Alromon added as their three goblets clanged together. Remembering what his friend had said about using temperance, Link sipped the wine and allowed the taste of it to fill his mouth. It was not royal vintage, far from it in fact; this wine strong and bold flavored and a more common vintage that if compared to what was kept in royal casks which was a smoother and easier on taste buds. Queen Rimeena had words for items like this wine. “Rustic”.

“It is good, my lord.” Link praised, raising his goblet.

“Indeed.” Paldnor added, taking a noticeably larger pull from his goblet nearly draining it and Lord Alromon was quick to offer him a refill which the old man accepted.

“I imagine that part of the reason you are here is to inquire about why we have stopped.” Lord Alromon stated as he again filled Paldnor’s goblet. “I apologize for the yet another delay, but I assure you it is quite necessary.” This was said in a voice that echoed total confidence in his explanation.

“Who are we waiting for, my lord?” Link asked, bringing the goblet to his lips again he sipped it again. Lord Alromon settled into his chair and lightly scratched to scarred skin on his face.

“Before the ceremony, I sent my guardian on an errand.” He answered, removing his pipe before drinking from his goblet. “This is where I told him to meet our caravan at the crossroad which is a mere few miles ahead.” He added returning the pipe to his lips and Paldnor who now had a thick cloud of thick sweet smelling smoke near his head leaned back in his chair as goblet in hand.

“When are you expecting him, my lord? We are delayed; should he not already be here?” Link asked and Lord Alromon gave him a quick gaze from the corner of his eye.

“Manners, boy!” Paldnor said, mock hitting him on the arm. “Do you not know whom you speak to? Lord Halon Alromon, High Councilor Commerce, Steward of Nautalin.” Paldnor looked to Halon the way a child may look to a hero from stories of valor. “Vanquisher of the Guerdo raiders.” He said, raising his goblet as if to toast Lord Alromon’s deeds. “He deserves praise, not an interrogation especially from us; you should be honored to be at his table drinking of his wine.” Paldnor said in his accusing manner and despite his apprehension to even being in this situation, Link still felt somewhat embarrassed by his friend’s statement.

“My apologies, my lord. The day’s travel has been hard on me.” He said, not lying about the frustration of the pace of the caravan. Lord Alromon smiled at this his pipe held fast in his teeth there was satisfaction in his face.

“No need, Sir Link; in time, you will have to challenge people who are far higher than my self, you are a guardian of a council lord, and so your sword must be ready to draw at any time.” Lord Alromon said as smoke streamed from his mouth with his words. “And your hand must hesitate to do what must be done.” His tone was now quite a bit more solemn as he spoke to Link and met his eyes and there was a moment of silence before Halon continued. “When I was pursuing the Gerudo raiders, I was a target of several attempts at assassination.” He explained before drinking from his goblet again.

“Dreadful!” Paldnor muttered distastefully.

“Indeed it was, Master Paldnor. Those desert wenches did not even have courage enough to face me sword to sword.” Link doubted this greatly but it was quick look from Paldnor told him to remain silent and let the good lord speak. “It was attempted assassination that gave me this.” He said, running his finger along the stretched discolored skin on his face. “Even after the Gerudo were defeated, I still had enemies, and it broke my heart to discover that these new rivals were once men I called friends and brothers.” He looked up to the curved ceiling of the circular pavilion as he blew several thick streams of smoke into the air.

“Treachery, surely it was not so?” Paldnor said, his pipe bobbing with his words Link remained silent.

“I found it very difficult to believe myself, but men will do horrible things when their weapon is ambition.” He said and drained another goblet of wine. “When I was to be named a council lord several years ago, I was to choose a guardian. I chose the son of a nobleman who I had known and trusted my whole life and he used his son against me.” He said, filling his goblet with yet more wine. “That is why my current guardian’s loyalty is to my rupees more than me.” He looked to Link again. “I have tasted far too much treachery.” He said, removing the pipe as he took a long pull from the goblet.

“Dreadful.” Paldnor said again. “The stories of Lord Halon Alromon have passed my lips by the hearth in the Turnpike Inn many times.” His voice was extremely flattering and Lord Alromon raised his goblet to Paldnor. Link watched his friend, still somewhat surprised by his sudden and utter change in mood from the frustration of earlier to the pleasant flattering man before him. The sight reminded Link just how much he still had to learn about the old man.

“My lord, I have heard that your guardian…” Link started, changing the mood in the pavilion, but Lord Alromon finished for him.

“A Serpentine.” He answered, not looking in Link’s direction and with one final puff of smoke he cleared the pipe by lightly tapping the smoldering contents into a stone dish. “A master practitioner.” He finished, putting the long pipe in the cedar chest.

“Serpentine,” Paldnor said as if testing the word on his tongue. “I am unfamiliar with them.” He added, still smoking his pipe and Lord Alromon shot a devious glance at the old man.

“A dark and demonic lot so much so that his presence alone intimidates most would be assassins.” Lord Alromon explained triumphantly to his guests. “I do believe it is the serpentine deity that scares people the most.” Link again remembered the fierce serpent of lava that lived in the bowels of Death Mountain.

“Volvagia.” Link said blindly getting the attention of the other two men.

“Yes, quite right.” Lord Alromon said before he finished his wine and Link felt Paldnor’s heart beat quicken slightly though the look on his face as he smoked his pipe was unchanged, as though he was hiding his surprise. “Siam is also quite capable as a courier as well. No highwaymen would even attempt to rob him if he values his life.” Lord Alromon added as he crossed his arms across his chest and looked to Link. “I hear that you spent many years on Hyrule Field.” He asked as Link cautiously sipped his wine goblet.

“I did, my lord.” He answered as Paldnor drained and graciously allowed Lord Alromon to refill his goblet.

“Why is it that you left the palace?” This question had caught Link by surprise and he tried to hide it as Paldnor hid his, but Link was unable hide his. “You were a ward of the Royal Family and according to the queen; you were to be provided for.” Link gripped his goblet tightly; his anger started to flare.

“I had to find someone.” Link answered, looking at the floor of the pavilion.

“I hope that they were worth it.” Lord Alromon said, looking at Link with a piercing stare. “Not many would leave the generosity of the Royal family behind.” Despite Paldnor’s previous advice, Link took his first healthy swig of the wine that he had been sipping and he immediately felt the strong liquid coursing through him.

“The call of adventure lures many young men to the wild to find fortune and fame.” Paldnor said, diverting Lord Alromon’s attention from Link. “The many stories that could be told I am certain.” He stated, removing the ivory pipe from his mouth and extending his goblet to Lord Alromon. There was silence as Lord Alromon looked to both Link and Paldnor and then raised his goblet to Paldnor’s toast.

“Indeed.” The sound of the clay goblets clanging eased Link’s anger and he felt his friend’s heartbeat ease as well but Lord Alromon’s was steady and strong, sure of himself. “I was rather adventurous in my youth, driven by aspirations and ambitions.”

“As was mine.” Paldnor stated, puffing the last few plumes of smoke before he cleared his pipe in the same stone dish as his host.

“And what ambitions drive you, Sir Link?” Lord Alromon asked him again focusing their topic upon Link. Looking to his friend, Link saw a sympathetic look from Paldnor meaning that the old man would be unable to help.

“I have sworn an oath of service to the Lady Princess.” Link answered as nonchalantly as he could manage.

“Yes, I understand that.” Lord Alromon acknowledged, leaning forward putting his shoulders on his knees to see closer into Link’s eyes. “Why take it? Despite the great honor it is a tremendous responsibility. Were it not for the rupees that I pay him I could not count on my guardian Siam.” He explained as Link felt no change in the man’s heart beat. “He has nothing that you would call…Loyalty.” Lord Alromon looked to Link waiting for his answer.

“She asked me, I could not decline.” He said and saw Paldnor’s face change to a look of confusion.

“So, your loyalty is more then duty.” Lord Alromon whispered to him as he leaned closer. “Interesting.” He added as silence filled the room and Link drained his goblet and looked down at his fine leather boots. “More?” Lord Alromon asked, placing his hand on top of the wine jug. Remaining silent, Link found his own heartbeat drowning out the others in the pavilion. A low rumble from outside broke the silence in the Pavilion and Paldnor seized the opportunity to speak.

“I do believe that the weather turning foul, my lord.” He said with a mild slur and when he stood, there was a mild stagger as if the wine was already affecting him. “I thank you for your hospitality, Lord Councilor, but we are at the mercy of the weather and I am loath to say that it is best that we return to our respective camp. An old man such as I am and it is best that I stay dry.” He explained and Lord Alromon stood to speak and Link put his goblet down and stood quickly and Paldnor immediately staggered and leaned on him. “Oh… Pardon.” He said and Link was uncertain is he was acting or not.

“Sir Link, Master Paldnor, I thank you for the pleasure of your company and please you are both always welcome under my roof.” Lord Alromon said with a bow. “Master Paldnor I look forward to sharing a pipe with you again.” He added as the group headed for the tent flap.

“As do I.” Paldnor answered, still using Link for support.

“Sir Link, good luck in your duties.” Link nodded his acknowledgement as Lord Alromon held the canvas flap of the circular pavilion. “Good day to you both.” He added as they walked out.

“And the same to you, my lord.” Paldnor added, wildly waving his hand as he leaned on Link and they walked several paces in the direction of where their camp was being set.

“Paldnor I…” Link started but his friend reacted quickly.

“Shhhhh.” He hissed quietly. “Not yet.” He whispered and Link felt the old man’s weight ease on his arm. As per Paldnor’s advice, Link waited as the two walked with Link looking as if he were assisting the old man back to end of the caravan, but Link could feel that Paldnor did not have all his weight on his elbow. The camps that were being set when they were going to see Lord Alromon were now set and had roaring fires outside and the smell of crudely roasted meat filled the humid air. Several minutes passed and when the large royal carriage came into sight with a square pavilion next too it Paldnor turned to Link his façade of drunkenness gone.

“I must apologize to you, Link.” He said removing himself from Link’s elbow and standing straight without the slightest stagger.

“Why?” Link asked in total confusion and the old man looked to the ground his wizened old face turning a light crimson in embarrassment.

“In my eagerness for information, I put you at the mercy of that man.” Paldnor explained him but Link was still totally confused.

“What are you saying, Paldnor?” Link asked. “I don’t understand what you are talking about.” He added, remembering the words that were said while in the pavilion with Lord Alromon and what Paldnor had told him to do before the entered. “We sat and had wine.” He added, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yes, we did.” Paldnor acknowledged. “And it was swill compared to the vintages that I was sampling at the palace the nearly the whole of last week.” He added and then hesitated before he continued. “Did you see that Pavilion?” Link nodded. “The wine the fine smoke left over from his conquest.” He explained, but Link still remained confused and Paldnor signed before he spoke again. “Link, why would you ask a question that you for which you already knew the answer?” He asked and Link thought a moment as he felt the heartbeat in the back of the royal caravan quicken slightly; the princess would want to speak with him.

“Leverage, my boy.” Paldnor said, not waiting for Link to answer. “The question does not matter; it is your reaction to it that matters the look on you face can say far more than your words can.” Paldnor said and realization had slowly found its way it Link’s mind how Lord Alrmon had paid so much attention to him when he spoke and his reactions to Lord Alromon’s questions.

“Why?” He rasped and Paldnor shook his head.

“That, my boy, I cannot say.” He said and patted Link on his shoulder. “There were many lies told, and he clearly saw through my flattery.”

“Was there any truth to what was said?” Link asked in an angry voice, pointing back in the direction of the circular pavilion.

“Of course.” Paldnor said as a smile came to his lips. “It was a fine smoke.” He answered and started to laugh and despite his rising anger the old man’s mood was contagious. “Come, Link. I need some coffee.” Paldnor said and started towards the royal pavilion.

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