loren
Raising his eyebrow, Loren tilted his head. His brow furrowed as he considered Jigano’s theory. ”Might make sense, but you think the Naturals would’ve noticed that after some three hundred plus years, wouldn’t you? Might be worth asking one of them. Also, from what I remember of farming, dead bodies don’t necessarily make the best natural fertilizer, at least not without a bit of intervention.” Still, the Launceleyn smiled at the bard. ”It’s a good theory. If it's true, I wonder how and why it developed. Maybe something to do with scarce resources under the barrier?”
Glancing at the white-haired man, the summoner smiled faintly. "A little birdie told me that the old gods tasked you and a few others with preventing the Ascended from opening more portals." His tone was sympathetic.
Glancing at the white-haired man, the summoner smiled faintly. "A little birdie told me that the old gods tasked you and a few others with preventing the Ascended from opening more portals." His tone was sympathetic.
Never judge a book by its cover.
