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Named after a prophet, rather than a god? The corner of Isidore’s mouth twitched upwards. In every day and age, there was someone claiming to be the Messiah, hm? Donovan undoubtedly would’ve enjoyed this. Interesting too, that the Elder Beast Leuca mentioned seemed to be referred to as [i]just[/i] a beast by the Acolytes, if there was an association between the two. Stieneter was another name though. So many names. Back then, he’d have to write those names down and work hard to memorize them. Now, they slid into the cabinets of his mind with an ease that would have been unnerving if it wasn’t convenient.

[b]“Stay strong,”[/b] Isidore said as he turned. [b]“If you meet a man named Donovan, tell him about your prophet.”[/b] He was sure to be amused by that.

With that, the dark-haired man followed Augusta back to where the others were hiding. Leuca, predictably, wanted answers about her sister, but those answers had not been found at the camp. He shook his head while Augusta responded, one eye still on the encampment they had left behind. [b]“The dwarves are closed, and Firebeard's influence is unknown.”[/b] He paused, his gaze shifting further into the mountain. [b]“While there's still light, we look for Sorcha. Start at the pass; all travelers would've funneled to that location. When the sun falls, we rest. At night, the Urutha's signs.”[/b]

He gently tugged the hood lower over Leuca's head, then shared some rations to prepare for the journey ahead.

[b]“Leuca, do y-”[/b] Isidore’s gaze swept over her and he stopped. [b]“Nevermind. Let’s move.”[/b]