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As an added to the post I would like to post the whole document before the edits, Tokyo writting style is amazing and I want to share it.
He watched as the woman rose, she was tall, almost as tall as him, and her age was hard to pinpoint, the paint covering every visible piece of skin doing great work at masking any detail. But even so, the way she moved told a story all on its own.
There was training there, for all that she used the sword as a walking stick, too nimble for it to be a simple prop.
Then…
Then she started walking away?
He blinked.
It was like a douse of cold water was thrown at him, drenching him and attempting to drown the Flame in his heart. But a clearer head only served to stroke his curiosity, whoever this woman was it was obvious she wasn’t someone normal, in fact, something about her was clawing at his memory.
Looking at her retreating back he tried to remember. Had he seen her before? He wanted to say yes but there was a nagging feeling he had. Maybe she was some kind of celebrity or criminal? That would explain the odd familiarity she invoked.
Whatever was the case he decided to follow her.
He hadn't met another proper swordsman in ages and this Festival was proving to be more interesting than he expected.
He watched as the woman shambled down the pier, despite her apparent blindness there was a surety to her movements and using her sword as an aide she seemed to be able to incur the changes in terrain. If he wasn't focusing on her he would have missed the small tilt of the head, the only indication she was tracking his presence.
“I know not, O stranger, what ye seek—only that it dwelleth not in me.”
The sudden way she spoke was almost startling, the voice was unique and he couldn’t quite hear if it had an accent, the words themselves were delivered in a monotonous tone that nonetheless conveyed a sense of authority. It reminded him of some of the teachers he had met, the shared, if basic, nonsense way of expressing themselves.
“Indeed, it does not”
He gave a nod, still following a short distance behind her.
“You are currently using it as a walking stick”
And oh what would his Master say about it, the old man was practical in so many ways but his sword was one of the few things he was truly sentimental about. It was a wonder that particular perspective wasn’t something he inherited, he shrugged at how awful some parts of his pilgrimage would have been if he had witholded use of his sword due to his feelings.
Still, the act itself was interesting, a blind swordmaster wasn’t something he was accustomed to encountering, even less so one as distinctive as her.
“A few pounds of steel and wood; a little silk and sharkskin for a hilt. What, pray tell, is so special about it?”
There was near the sounds of the multitude as they reacted to the falling skies, if he wasn't able to see like the woman he might have mistaken them for the screams of fanatics upon seeing the Regalia, in fact he wasn't sure some of those screams weren't by said fanatics.
“For starters what it is, despite the popularity of such arms it is not common to chance upon one, in fact I am surprised the security didn’t prevent you from sporting one”
That had been the reason he had to store his own, he used to have a permit but it had burned a long time ago, and it wasn’t even from the same country he was walking on so the point may have been moot.
“And usually when I come across someone sporting one, well, they tend to not know how to use one correctly”
More than once he had come across someone swinging a melee weapon around like they were a common bat, the most egregious one he could remember was a spear wielder who decided he wanted to slash at everything, without stabbing even once. The most damage he ever caused was striking someone else's head with the wood before getting caught on the counter attack.
“You have training, or at least have received guidance in some way”
It was a fact.
He watched as the stars kept failing, it shouldn’t take long he supposed. Before conflict arose once more.
“So, who are you? O stranger”
Finally the woman stopped at the point where the wharf ended, seemingly taking a pause to respond to his query. He didn't know what was crossing her mind but she was holding her sword differently, one of the strangest postures he had ever seen a swordman take.
“I confess. ‘Tis more interesting an inquiry by far than the—......the residue-begging I first took it for. Still. I loathe that I must disappoint thee.”
He observed as the woman speaked, the Residue comment was an interesting detail on its own, a missing piece he didn’t realize was missing. But that was not the reason he was here pestering this woman.
He shaked his head slowly before responding.
“A lack of comment it's a response all on its own”
It was just like he told the Regalia of Titan, any reply given in good faith was worth being shared, even if the answer was silence.
“I believe I know the answer but I shall ask anyway, are you interested in having a duel? Not today, or even someday soon. But one day—”
“Thou misunderstandst. ‘Tis not my sword to wield with such frivolity; and if it were, ‘twas built for no such purpose; but were it not, I am none so skilled in its use; and if I was—sir—still I would have with thee no—agh!”
The woman reached for her face and something changed, her eyes, until now dark and glassy turned into a vibrant honeyed brown. He was more interested in the grimace that accompanied her features, seemingly deep pain cutting through her flesh as the change took place.
Then it was over, her body went back to her previous posture, stiff and guarded with a hint of underlaying suffering.
“...no quarrel...”
He blinked.
The again.
…Had he made a blunder?
How strange, he had immediately nailed her as a combatant by the way she moved, even while blind there was a surety to her movements. The weapon was also not some sort of replica, yes it was big but it wasn’t like it was the biggest he had ever seen (that dubious honor belonged to a swordsman in Tenshi), with her recent comment he figured she wouldn’t have problem wielding it but clearly he had been wrong. Maybe she was some sort of dancer? That… would certainly explain a good deal, wouldn’t it? The paint, the weapon, the confidence.
If the old man could see him now he would laugh and berate him in the same breath.
Resisting the urge to bring a hand to massage the back of his neck he decided to continue the conversation. Well, at least once whatever ailment was assaulting her abated.
“Ah, my apologies”
A small bow.
“It seems I was overzealous after finding another person with a sword. Though if I may? There is no need for a quarrel to come into Conflict, only the desire and understanding of what both combatants get out of it. To fight is to be Human, as it is to follow your desires”
Her movements changed once more, where before she seemingly relied on her hearing now it was clear that sight had once more returned to her, to a great shock if the way she looked at the sky was any indication. From her eyes bloody tears fell as she stared at the comets and her expression conveyed a mix of emotions.
Then she looks back at him, as if seemingly having forgotten his existence. With a practiced movement she slings the sword back, slotting it on her back.
This time her tone was hurried.
“A word of advice, far-strider, if thou wilt heed.”
He looked towards the falling skies as the woman once more responded to him.
“I am listening”
She sonliged, in a singsong voice, as if reciting lyrics or even poetry:
He listens as the poem is recited, this was a first to him and the experience was novel. After she finished he took a moment to wonder on her words, they felt like they were chosen carefully, like those stories he heard about prophecies. Was she a Regalia of a fate-weaver? Maybe.
Though the message was cryptic it was also very clear in its meaning and he let out a smile at what he understood. He looks as the woman stares at him for some time before she turns and disappears.
Once more he gave her a bow, it was very clear she wanted to leave now and he had gotten more than what he expected.
“Thank you, may you have a good day”
There was training there, for all that she used the sword as a walking stick, too nimble for it to be a simple prop.
Then…
Then she started walking away?
He blinked.
It was like a douse of cold water was thrown at him, drenching him and attempting to drown the Flame in his heart. But a clearer head only served to stroke his curiosity, whoever this woman was it was obvious she wasn’t someone normal, in fact, something about her was clawing at his memory.
Looking at her retreating back he tried to remember. Had he seen her before? He wanted to say yes but there was a nagging feeling he had. Maybe she was some kind of celebrity or criminal? That would explain the odd familiarity she invoked.
Whatever was the case he decided to follow her.
He hadn't met another proper swordsman in ages and this Festival was proving to be more interesting than he expected.
He watched as the woman shambled down the pier, despite her apparent blindness there was a surety to her movements and using her sword as an aide she seemed to be able to incur the changes in terrain. If he wasn't focusing on her he would have missed the small tilt of the head, the only indication she was tracking his presence.
“I know not, O stranger, what ye seek—only that it dwelleth not in me.”
The sudden way she spoke was almost startling, the voice was unique and he couldn’t quite hear if it had an accent, the words themselves were delivered in a monotonous tone that nonetheless conveyed a sense of authority. It reminded him of some of the teachers he had met, the shared, if basic, nonsense way of expressing themselves.
“Indeed, it does not”
He gave a nod, still following a short distance behind her.
“You are currently using it as a walking stick”
And oh what would his Master say about it, the old man was practical in so many ways but his sword was one of the few things he was truly sentimental about. It was a wonder that particular perspective wasn’t something he inherited, he shrugged at how awful some parts of his pilgrimage would have been if he had witholded use of his sword due to his feelings.
Still, the act itself was interesting, a blind swordmaster wasn’t something he was accustomed to encountering, even less so one as distinctive as her.
“A few pounds of steel and wood; a little silk and sharkskin for a hilt. What, pray tell, is so special about it?”
There was near the sounds of the multitude as they reacted to the falling skies, if he wasn't able to see like the woman he might have mistaken them for the screams of fanatics upon seeing the Regalia, in fact he wasn't sure some of those screams weren't by said fanatics.
“For starters what it is, despite the popularity of such arms it is not common to chance upon one, in fact I am surprised the security didn’t prevent you from sporting one”
That had been the reason he had to store his own, he used to have a permit but it had burned a long time ago, and it wasn’t even from the same country he was walking on so the point may have been moot.
“And usually when I come across someone sporting one, well, they tend to not know how to use one correctly”
More than once he had come across someone swinging a melee weapon around like they were a common bat, the most egregious one he could remember was a spear wielder who decided he wanted to slash at everything, without stabbing even once. The most damage he ever caused was striking someone else's head with the wood before getting caught on the counter attack.
“You have training, or at least have received guidance in some way”
It was a fact.
He watched as the stars kept failing, it shouldn’t take long he supposed. Before conflict arose once more.
“So, who are you? O stranger”
Finally the woman stopped at the point where the wharf ended, seemingly taking a pause to respond to his query. He didn't know what was crossing her mind but she was holding her sword differently, one of the strangest postures he had ever seen a swordman take.
“I confess. ‘Tis more interesting an inquiry by far than the—......the residue-begging I first took it for. Still. I loathe that I must disappoint thee.”
He observed as the woman speaked, the Residue comment was an interesting detail on its own, a missing piece he didn’t realize was missing. But that was not the reason he was here pestering this woman.
He shaked his head slowly before responding.
“A lack of comment it's a response all on its own”
It was just like he told the Regalia of Titan, any reply given in good faith was worth being shared, even if the answer was silence.
“I believe I know the answer but I shall ask anyway, are you interested in having a duel? Not today, or even someday soon. But one day—”
“Thou misunderstandst. ‘Tis not my sword to wield with such frivolity; and if it were, ‘twas built for no such purpose; but were it not, I am none so skilled in its use; and if I was—sir—still I would have with thee no—agh!”
The woman reached for her face and something changed, her eyes, until now dark and glassy turned into a vibrant honeyed brown. He was more interested in the grimace that accompanied her features, seemingly deep pain cutting through her flesh as the change took place.
Then it was over, her body went back to her previous posture, stiff and guarded with a hint of underlaying suffering.
“...no quarrel...”
He blinked.
The again.
…Had he made a blunder?
How strange, he had immediately nailed her as a combatant by the way she moved, even while blind there was a surety to her movements. The weapon was also not some sort of replica, yes it was big but it wasn’t like it was the biggest he had ever seen (that dubious honor belonged to a swordsman in Tenshi), with her recent comment he figured she wouldn’t have problem wielding it but clearly he had been wrong. Maybe she was some sort of dancer? That… would certainly explain a good deal, wouldn’t it? The paint, the weapon, the confidence.
If the old man could see him now he would laugh and berate him in the same breath.
Resisting the urge to bring a hand to massage the back of his neck he decided to continue the conversation. Well, at least once whatever ailment was assaulting her abated.
“Ah, my apologies”
A small bow.
“It seems I was overzealous after finding another person with a sword. Though if I may? There is no need for a quarrel to come into Conflict, only the desire and understanding of what both combatants get out of it. To fight is to be Human, as it is to follow your desires”
Her movements changed once more, where before she seemingly relied on her hearing now it was clear that sight had once more returned to her, to a great shock if the way she looked at the sky was any indication. From her eyes bloody tears fell as she stared at the comets and her expression conveyed a mix of emotions.
Then she looks back at him, as if seemingly having forgotten his existence. With a practiced movement she slings the sword back, slotting it on her back.
This time her tone was hurried.
“A word of advice, far-strider, if thou wilt heed.”
He looked towards the falling skies as the woman once more responded to him.
“I am listening”
She sonliged, in a singsong voice, as if reciting lyrics or even poetry:
A wise-counselled man will be mild in bearing
and brandish his might in good measure,
lest when he arrive his fierce rivals among,
he find others than he even fiercer.
and brandish his might in good measure,
lest when he arrive his fierce rivals among,
he find others than he even fiercer.
He listens as the poem is recited, this was a first to him and the experience was novel. After she finished he took a moment to wonder on her words, they felt like they were chosen carefully, like those stories he heard about prophecies. Was she a Regalia of a fate-weaver? Maybe.
Though the message was cryptic it was also very clear in its meaning and he let out a smile at what he understood. He looks as the woman stares at him for some time before she turns and disappears.
Once more he gave her a bow, it was very clear she wanted to leave now and he had gotten more than what he expected.
“Thank you, may you have a good day”
I will drop this and go
Hearing everyone share their favorite meals was interesting, his own was Tortas Ahogadas/Slow Roasted Lamb, which made sense considering his upbringing. Though he had to admire Freddy's cuisine, it hit on that sweet spot that made his tongue hurt the good way.
As he listened he was interested in particular hearing Alison's tale, with little travels under his belt it was a curious experience hearing someone describe their experiences in another country.
Still, despite making merry there was some business left to do.
"So, who wants to lead me to the guild and see if I can't enroll or at least get ahold of that message?"
"I will, chances are I need to be there anyway"
With that they moved, the trek was short as always, it felt convenient for the Mended Drum to be so close to the Guild but he guessed it made sense in a geopolitical and economic way, what with adventurers being big spenders and roamers. He wondered if Freddy was the original owner or if he inherited.
Despite his idle daydreaming, he arrived at the guild as quickly as expected.
And the Guildmaster was easy to find.
"Hey Guildmaster, this is Alison" He signaled at the woman "I want to register her as another member of Second Chance"
Did he really have to be here for this? It wasn't bothersome but it was interesting that it was procedure for the leader to be present. Or maybe he was just assuming, despite his wealth of experience in certain areas guild matters were never something he focused on, for all he knew his presence here was a mere formality that Lucy demanded.
Ah, it seemed they were talking now.
Better focus.
The Flame loomed.
Taller than the ceiling and as boundless as the sea -unconquered, unblemished, unmarred. In his hands, a fragment of starlight lay ignited, a small sun kindling the space in radiant heat. His hands shook, an emotion slipping through him too swiftly to grasp, vanishing before he could decipher it. Tempting whispers went ignored as he focused, a single mistake would mean death.
The Flame struck before the thought had even settled.
It moved with the speed of storms, its strike weighted as a mountain, he braced, and the Flame’s illusion shattered.
He rolled, his vision blurred by the murder weapon slashing above him, a breath, then he rolled again as his ribs cried upon feeling the searing kick the Flame delivered. This is pain, the fire inside him purred, delighted at his struggle. The Flame waited, content in its power. Why would the Flame rush, when it knew all things would eventually be set ablaze?
Air filled his lungs in gulps as he righted himself, steeling against a blow that would not come. Time stretched, and the fire inside him roared, drowning every other sound.
The piece of coal in his hands let out a few sparks as it collided with the starlight.
The starlight cast him aside.
Once, twice.
There was never a third.
This time pain split his stomach as a blow found its mark. He crumbled, the piece of charcoal falling from useless hands, then kicked further away by a quick flick of flame. He forced his gaze upward, locking onto a face emerging from the fire, vibrant emeralds glinting from behind empty sockets as the figure cast judgment.
"Burn"
And as darkness folded over him, the same unknown feeling bloomed at his center, faint and precious.
It was happiness.
Taller than the ceiling and as boundless as the sea -unconquered, unblemished, unmarred. In his hands, a fragment of starlight lay ignited, a small sun kindling the space in radiant heat. His hands shook, an emotion slipping through him too swiftly to grasp, vanishing before he could decipher it. Tempting whispers went ignored as he focused, a single mistake would mean death.
The Flame struck before the thought had even settled.
It moved with the speed of storms, its strike weighted as a mountain, he braced, and the Flame’s illusion shattered.
He rolled, his vision blurred by the murder weapon slashing above him, a breath, then he rolled again as his ribs cried upon feeling the searing kick the Flame delivered. This is pain, the fire inside him purred, delighted at his struggle. The Flame waited, content in its power. Why would the Flame rush, when it knew all things would eventually be set ablaze?
Air filled his lungs in gulps as he righted himself, steeling against a blow that would not come. Time stretched, and the fire inside him roared, drowning every other sound.
The piece of coal in his hands let out a few sparks as it collided with the starlight.
The starlight cast him aside.
Once, twice.
There was never a third.
This time pain split his stomach as a blow found its mark. He crumbled, the piece of charcoal falling from useless hands, then kicked further away by a quick flick of flame. He forced his gaze upward, locking onto a face emerging from the fire, vibrant emeralds glinting from behind empty sockets as the figure cast judgment.
"Burn"
And as darkness folded over him, the same unknown feeling bloomed at his center, faint and precious.
It was happiness.
As he made his way toward the next Shrine he couldn't help but observe the security standing around the Festival, their silent vigil was curious in its own right but what drew his eye was the equipment each sported. This was perhaps the first time he had seen such a quantity of advanced arms ever. The flame roused a little higher at the thought but just like with the Regalia he pushed it down, they were just people doing their job and were not looking to prove themselves, to test someone who isn't looking to be tested is not something he is eager to do.
Although, considering what he was seeing perhaps he may be wrong.
It was a subtle shift in posture, no doubt using one of those fancy ear devices that he heard so much about, whatever was conveyed to them was enough to light some tenseness on their frame, much like a cat who heard a predator. Slowly the security started to herd the masses towards downtown, it was subtle, so much so that he doubted most realized it but there was no doubt some were quick on the update.
It wasn't long before he could hear the sounds.
As he looked around he came to a decision, with quick steps he made his way toward the harbor, the location of the locker where he had stored his sword along with the rest of his pack, he didn't need to be some sort of seer to see the way the fire was blowing. Conflict was calling to him like a sweet siren song and he was going to be prepared to meet it.
Before long he was in front of the locker, sheathed sword in his hand as he fiddled with the accessory to sloth it on his belt.
Then he stopped.
It was but a glimpse, nothing more than a shadow at the very edge of his visual range. The fire roared, unrestrained like it hadn't in a long time and he moved.
That was how he found himself barely a couple of meters before a woman painted like a corpse, sheathed sword in one hand with the other beside his hip, curled almost like a claw. There was a curious aura around her, but what really caught his attention was the thing on her back.
A sword
Ah, it seemed that his reckless tendencies weren't as burned as he thought they were.
"...Hello Miss"
Although, considering what he was seeing perhaps he may be wrong.
It was a subtle shift in posture, no doubt using one of those fancy ear devices that he heard so much about, whatever was conveyed to them was enough to light some tenseness on their frame, much like a cat who heard a predator. Slowly the security started to herd the masses towards downtown, it was subtle, so much so that he doubted most realized it but there was no doubt some were quick on the update.
It wasn't long before he could hear the sounds.
As he looked around he came to a decision, with quick steps he made his way toward the harbor, the location of the locker where he had stored his sword along with the rest of his pack, he didn't need to be some sort of seer to see the way the fire was blowing. Conflict was calling to him like a sweet siren song and he was going to be prepared to meet it.
Before long he was in front of the locker, sheathed sword in his hand as he fiddled with the accessory to sloth it on his belt.
Then he stopped.
It was but a glimpse, nothing more than a shadow at the very edge of his visual range. The fire roared, unrestrained like it hadn't in a long time and he moved.
That was how he found himself barely a couple of meters before a woman painted like a corpse, sheathed sword in one hand with the other beside his hip, curled almost like a claw. There was a curious aura around her, but what really caught his attention was the thing on her back.
A sword
Ah, it seemed that his reckless tendencies weren't as burned as he thought they were.
"...Hello Miss"
He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at Adam and Kass' words, despite his own disagreement with the statement.
"Oh stop that guys, you are gonna make me blush"
And oh boy was that true, despite his rough exterior he had a sweet stop for compliments. More than once his cousins and friends used honeyed words to get him to do something stupid, now granted, most of those times he would have done so regardless but it was those little conversations that enhanced the experience.
As he sat and listened to the conversation a doubt began to drip from his brain.
The fact that people were still arriving was concerning, several scenarios could happen, maybe there was still an 'opening' for more people to drop in which, well, he would prefer not to have another person with a situation similar to Fenna on the team. Nobody deserves to be separated from their family and forced to fight in another world. There was also some worry that something could cross to their side and oh man was that a nasty thought, he just hoped that whatever was causing people to drop here (Cough, Gods, cough) would be kinder to any person from Earth.
As he was thinking Mac gave a question to the rest of the party, he listened to some of the answers as he pondered the question for a second before answering.
"I don't see why there would be a problem" He gave a small shake of the head to accompany his words "Adam has the right to it, if nothing else I am sure the Grandmaster would be happy to get another person registered on the guild" It was an interesting thought, he couldn't say he had as good of a read of the Guildmaster in comparison to her girlfriend but if there was one thing that could get Clarissa Shields to break the cold exterior was Lucinda Bottrill.
It wasn't long after that Frederick appeared with their food.
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This was nice.
Recently it felt like he hadn't that much time to just hang with the rest of the entire party, maybe this was something that was lacking in his life lately. God(s) know back in Mexico he had a meal with his entire family at least once a week, and it was definitely better than eating in some seedy tavern or in the barracks where he knew at least a few people were waiting to stab him in the back out of jealou -wait a second, was that a genuine thing or was it an effect of that sword?. Sudden revelations aside, he was genuinely enjoying himself.
Particularly this juice thing Freddy was offering, he especially liked the sweetne-
"Hey James... have you ever ridden a horse? Something tells me you'd be a reckless bastard on one. Just a hunch."
"Ha, that reminds of this one random time that I had to save my dumbass mate. The idiot had fallen down a well."
"Cough, cough"
With quick motions, he hit his chest to ensure the juice went in the right direction. Then he gave the taller man a halfhearted glare, damnit he had already forgotten that ever happened, play it cool, play it cool "Oh yeah? Sounds like the kind of idiot that would steal a horse"
Nailed it.
Hearing Kass's comments he decided to start a conversation.
"I ain't no great cook but I think the flavor on these is all Freddy here" He gave praise to the man "My people tend to rely on spiced dishes most of the time so it's interesting seeing what Freddy comes up with"
An idea came to his head "Speaking of, what is your favorite dish Kass? I heard of a couple recipes since coming here and I am curious if I know your preferred one"
Seems interesting
The man was boisterous, his laughter feeling larger than life, he wondered for a second how would such a man fight, his large frame would be terrifying as a grappler but the way his posture always seemed secure to the ground spoke of excellent footwork, any punch thrown would have the weight of a mountain behind it.
She was different, more agile. A quick style with a smaller blade, or ranged maybe, she was a little trickier to imagine. He pondered for a second then his gaze slipped back to the man at her side, this time with another perspective, slowly he looked at the large number of people surrounding the temple of Gaia and the pieces fit a little better.
Then they seemed prepared to give their answers and he found himself focusing on them.
...Then he blinked as the answer to his second question registered in his mind. Unbidden, a smile formed on his face, and a small chuckle escaped his mouth before he raised a hand to cover it, taking a couple of seconds to get back under control he responded "My apologies Miss, I must confess it has been some time since this happened to me, to answer your question where I am from people tend to refer to the Dominants as 'THEY' or 'THEM' out of respect and I think I slipped into the old habit out of respect"
"As for your other answer, fret not, an honest answer given freely is worth more than I can pay you" Then he looked in the direction of the Regalia of Titan "I must say, your answer is especially deep Mr. Lafaele, 'your worth is seen through your every action, and in them you see Titan', indeed that is a powerful statement" A hand went to stroke his chin as he digested both answers.
Originally he had approached his fellow Regalia out of curiosity but now he was overjoyed to find someone who thought akin to him. Maybe it was fate that brought him here after all.
"Ah my apologies Miss Genevieve, I forgot to introduce myself" Calmly he brought his right hand to his chest while the other was firmly at his side, just like the old man used to do "My name is Mathias Voss" He paused for a second debating before deciding to proceed, anything less would be too much like lying "The Reg-"
Alas, before he could share enthusiastic exclamations and calls sounded all around him, making him turn around just in time to see the skies falling above them.
It was a beautiful show, the way the lights danced across the sky like a flowing river of comets, however as much as he found the show pleasant his attention was eventually brought back to the shrine, reminding him of the other people waiting their turn to speak with the Regalia in front of him. Time he was hogging for himself despite already getting more than what he was hoping for.
"I must apologize again, it appears I have been quite selfish with your time" Again he bowed towards the two Regalia "Thank you for sharing your wisdom with me, may you have a good day, I hope we speak again one day" Gifting them a nod he signaled to the next person that his turn was done, then moved towards the next shrine. If he was not mistaken it was Leviathan's wasn't it?
Okay I have returned! I was away for some time due to a sudden opportunity to visit some relatives I have not seen in literal years, sadly they live in the boonies so their internet connection is spotty at best.
Still, a lot has happened since the last posts.
Still, a lot has happened since the last posts.
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