Safrin
'She did.' Safrin confirms as her lips turn down in a frown. "Years ago. Such is not the sort of tardiness I expect from the fae." The goddess replies, folding her arms softly across her chest as she considers. Whether it's kindness on her part, Ronin's influence, or simply the desire to claw-back her own presence in these woods so often thought of as belonging to Ludo, the goddess seems to soften.
"I will let the three of you begin again...but with twice what was needed before. Though with your capabilities, I'm sure that will not be a problem?"
Safrin requires:
1. Fae wing clippings
2. "Bits" of every other race (hair, bones, etc etc)
3. Two branches from a wicker woman
"I will let the three of you begin again...but with twice what was needed before. Though with your capabilities, I'm sure that will not be a problem?"
Safrin requires:
1. Fae wing clippings
2. "Bits" of every other race (hair, bones, etc etc)
3. Two branches from a wicker woman
