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River finished up his business and turned to leave, a sudden exhaustion overwhelming his face. He gave Holly a weary smile and made his way back to the boat, paying for the pair of them. River was silent, clearly somewhere else as he watched the gentle waves brush against the boat and oars dip in and out of the dark water. The silence that lingered around him was comfortable and welcoming, the lack of noise and alertness that could come around in unfamiliar territory because a friend was close at hand. 

The trainer led the pair back to the inn and disappeared into his room with a soft good night. 

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A long winding staircase greeted Cecelia, disappearing into further gloom. Spiderwebs lined the lightless crystals that lined the wall and dust only grew thicker as the lancer ascended. Faint, faint footsteps could be noticed if one paused long enough, barely peeking through another layer of dust. It seemed to go on for sometime before another dark archway rose up in Cecelia’s sight.

Around the edge of the stone arch, someone carved the Talraean language in large swooping letters. Looking past it, a waist high stone ring dominated the room. Small holes were evenly spaced around the top of the wall even three feet. Empty bookshelves and desks were scattered around the room, some toppled over and other in pieces as if they’d exploded. The room smelled stangant and all noise was immediately muffled, even the crackling of the lancer’s torch, despite the open ceiling. A view of the star riddled night sky was only obscured by a series of metal hoops affixed near the opening. 

A notification pinged on Cecelia’s map. The same writing from the doorway now marked the dark space this room should occupy but the area stayed dark despite discovering it.

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Dracion turned around at Aura’s question, giving the girl a once over. [color=dodgerblue]“Throwing your hat in with that bothrin, huh? Well if you really want to get roped into all that Godly nonsense, head to the backside of the market. You’ll find an old home that Cleric of Morrigan converted into a shrine. Bunch of nonsense if you ask me.”[/color]

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