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[b][i][color=8882be]"No harm done....literally and metaphorically"[/color][/i][/b] he said with a chuckle and a grin. Her brother might have felt just a bit different if she'd used the blade. Thankfully that hadn't been the case and thankfully he hadn't gotten more injured than he already was. Still, it did beg the question as to the why she was on edge. He was judging by her posture and demeanor that something had happened as she took his shirt and used The Art to clean the garment. The way she wrung her hands and seemed lost in her own thoughts. He was patient as he put the shirt back on and waited for her to speak. He raised an eyebrow when she eventually spoke in vague terms. [i]'It spoke to me'[/i] was incredibly vague and unhelpful but she thankfully continued by explaining that she'd heard from That Which Breathes Below. He sat and listened when she eventually asked about the stories their Cor O'Si used to tell.

[b][i][color=8882be]"Vaguely. Though I'm also kinda hazy this morning..."[/color][/i][/b] he admitted. He was indeed following but he felt a bit embarrassed he wasn't recalling the stories. Not exactly anyway. A biproduct of too much drinking, a few too many blows, and a rambunctious childhood. He felt some of the fog clear a bit as she mentioned the stories of pilgrims who would journey great distances to see the temples of the Old and New Gods, that the presence of such deities caused physical harm to those who weren't prepared for the encounter. 

[b][i][color=8882be]"I remember her mentioning how her father would journey to Ar Shanta to make offerings to Tel'Aral for a good hunt"[/color][/i][/b] he recalled. She continued to mention her encounter and how it felt: the pain, the voice or voices sending an icy chill through her. He frowned a bit. It did sound like That Which Breathes Below and it didn't bode well. She took his hand and pondered if what their grandmother had said was true, if this was the beginning of another terrible end. He rubbed her hand reassuringly and sighed through his nose. [b][i][color=8882be]"I don't know. I believe you saw something and you aren't one to lie, that's my job. I say we put this behind us for now until we know more. One occurrence doesn't necessarily mean the end times"[/color][/i][/b] he assured her. He pat her hand an offered a warm and reassuring smile.

[b][i][color=8882be]"Until then, I got a lead on something that might interest you"[/color][/i][/b] he said as he produced a parchment from his pocket. The parchment was a map with a path that lead from the Shining City to Crescent Moon Canyon. The details written on the map denoted that something was occurring there. A dig of some sort. [b][i][color=8882be]"I heard from a good source that there was a Masari site uncovered here. Biggest and best preserved they'd ever seen. If we get lucky, we might be able to get there and find a few things worth our time and worth someone else's money"[/color][/i][/b] he said with a smile.

[i][sub]• Ar Shanta - "The Elder Tree" Temple of the Hunter
• Tel'Aral - "The Hunter" God of the Hunt[/sub][/i]

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