empires f a l l when we move the i m m o v a b l e
Again, her disappointment is palpable but she manages to keep an amused expression, nodding in agreement with the Longheat God's assessment. A spooky story indeed. "It is. Thanks for indulging me." And perhaps it was an indulgence. A moment of amusement for the firey deity. Could be a lie. Or perhaps he's been here too long and forgotten because three centuries or more is a very long time to remember names. And if he is irked - well, the Wraith is oblivious.
She finds herself at another dead end, grasping at straws and bits of lore that don't seem to connect to anything else. The dread that the last relic might be somewhere in the Greatwood drifts to the forefront of her mind. "I appreciate your time. Be well, Tanau." And, continuing to give him a wide berth, she heads for the chamber's exit.
[Fin]
She finds herself at another dead end, grasping at straws and bits of lore that don't seem to connect to anything else. The dread that the last relic might be somewhere in the Greatwood drifts to the forefront of her mind. "I appreciate your time. Be well, Tanau." And, continuing to give him a wide berth, she heads for the chamber's exit.
[Fin]
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