Dygra
"Curious, little dark one, that you would see such things as a threat so quickly."
Dygra's voice, low and sensual and softly amused, pulses from the cluster of rubies, which seem to glow all the brighter for the addition of Edmund's blood.
"I have not seen anything like this come to the land, no," she continues, "but it is causing quite a stir, is it not? Not all problems need to be fixed. It is Caido's job, and the job of their followers to put rights to wrongs, after all."
The Ancients are just that; ancient, creatures of chaos and entropy, needing no excuse to help - but no excuse to leave things be, either.
Dygra's voice, low and sensual and softly amused, pulses from the cluster of rubies, which seem to glow all the brighter for the addition of Edmund's blood.
"I have not seen anything like this come to the land, no," she continues, "but it is causing quite a stir, is it not? Not all problems need to be fixed. It is Caido's job, and the job of their followers to put rights to wrongs, after all."
The Ancients are just that; ancient, creatures of chaos and entropy, needing no excuse to help - but no excuse to leave things be, either.
