[right][h2][s]J̶͙̝̹͖͒̅̂̏͝͝ā̶̪̘̾̇̎̕y̷̗̦̖͊̀̑ͅ's̵̤̪̰̓͝[/s] [color=8882be]Sirpa's[/color] C̸̭͓̤͓̘̱̑̀̾͝͠ą̸̟͈̯͖͐̉͛̾̕͠t̴̩̺͆̂̓͐̕ḣ̵͉͍̣ȧ̷̫̙̞̐͘r̴̛̛͉̟̓̌̿͛s̴̛̮̞̫̝͉͆̈̀ị̸̗͓͍́͑ș̴̛͊̐̋͝t̸̞͗͐[/h2]
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[color=808080]The Keeper sits motionless, limbs folded and tucked like a stone gargoyle.

Its head turns. The body does not. A full hundred and eighty degrees, smooth and slow, until those enormous eyes face Sirpa.

It blinks. Once.

[i]"Jay asked for a conversation. But you have not said a word to them. Why is that?"[/i][/color]