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Atzi frowned at the talk of the second key. If Maira was correct about the dangers of breaking magical things, what exactly were they going to do even with the second key to the shrine? Keep it with them? And considering how the cultists featured an undying, superstrong, magic-cancelling tentacle-faced idiot, what leverage could be had that wasn’t just sparking an all-out war? Certainly, [i]she[/i] didn’t see them as members of the village, so they were fundamentally [i]enemies[/i]. It was weird then, that Enli considered all this.

But Atzi was just a young craftswoman who now only had one arm, and Enli was the village elder with decades of experience and knowledge. He was probably skipping through the five steps that led him to his conclusion.

[b]“Alright, no breaking things for now…”[/b] She frowned, almost disappointed that the simplest answer wasn’t one that could be used in such circumstances. [b]“...but I still think that it’s a good idea to like, better protect the first key, y’know? Recover it, then put it somewhere super safe and all. Like, I trust you can trap and hunt them all down, but if it’s the God of Knowledge that they worship, Maira, they’ll know eventually right? And then you have zombie-octopus-man after it.”[/b]

An unexpected snort of derision.

[b]“Unless it took all their god’s power just to find the first one.”[/b]