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I am Amaranth, witch of the wilds. Through shadow and legend I walk, haunting mortals like you. So... Are you a vulture , I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into this darkspawn filled page of mine in search of... a bio?

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Exciting!
Finally posted. Sorry it took so long.
Lysandra tsk-tsked in half-curiosity and half-disbelief. The Garden of Eden? In the Congo? Well, she supposed stranger things could happen. Still, it seemed... out there. For now, Lys kept her mouth shut and listened to the lively discussion erupting around her. Though she was educated in history, biblical history and theology were absolutely not her strong suit, and she knew when to let others do the talking. One woman (Lakshmi seemed to be her name) brought up the fact that the Congo was huge and that we would have no idea where to start. An astute observation. Roaming the Congo with no direction was a surefire way to end up dead or in some colonial labour camp. Though there was Lucian, of course. From what Lysandra remembered about him, he had extensive experience in Africa. Indeed, he voiced his concerns as well as his terms and conditions if the Baron was to truly want him on this expedition. Seemed a fair deal. Only sorting the serious patrons from the flights of fancy.

For Lysandra it was slightly different. She did share her companions' doubts but since her father had sent her here, it was all but set in stone that she would be going on this trip. Konrad had told her that this trip meant a lot to the aging Baron and that she was to make sure it would succeed. Not much room for interpretation there. Lys sighed a small sigh and looked around as Elle started to speak, as chipper as ever.

She did raise a good point. All theories she had ever heard placed the Garden in Mesopotamia, between the Tigris and the Euphrates. After all it was known as the 'Cradle of Civilization' for a reason. Still, the Baron must have some ace up his sleeve, some as-of-yet-unseen evidence that opens up this new theory. Otherwise why would he have gathered all of us here? But what could it be? Lysandra mentally pored over what precious little she knew of the Baron Carnack, and what her father had told him. Unfortunately, she came up just as lost as when she walked into the manor. Lysandra would have to wait for the answer to come from the man himself.
Sorry guys, I've been feeling under the weather these past couple days. I'll try to get a post up soon!
I'll post here in the next day or so.
I think I agree with that yeah.
I went a teensy bit over my deadline but I posted.
I’ll post tomorrow in the collab.
Posted in the collab.
Sorry, I’m skilfully redirecting the blame onto you :)
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