Eric Zephlaer
Gaming Aficianado
Understanding about where they are and thinking of no reason not to report back to Asylim concerning their current assignment, the Sojourners attempt to make a straight path back to the city. As they are preparing to depart, Sprthnt places a hand on the arm of Cormorant. “You are actually from Asylim. Do we want to discuss this strange occurrence with the Da’Roneh or should we just let that go?”
Cormorant presses his tongue against the inside of his left cheek as he considers the question. “I am thinking that the concern is about if this will cause conflict between Molo Pesce and another Magister and if that conflict might create hostility toward us as the messenger?” He paused for a few seconds before attempting to continue.
Britta clasps his wrist and interjects her thoughts. “We only know one Magister, and he approached us. It is a good chance that this information can bolster a measure of trust that will be to our edvantage.”
Kuwaia touches Sprthnt and gives an almost imperceptable nod. Sprthnt says, “Okay, we will brooch the subject.”
Cormorant presses his tongue against the inside of his left cheek as he considers the question. “I am thinking that the concern is about if this will cause conflict between Molo Pesce and another Magister and if that conflict might create hostility toward us as the messenger?” He paused for a few seconds before attempting to continue.
Britta clasps his wrist and interjects her thoughts. “We only know one Magister, and he approached us. It is a good chance that this information can bolster a measure of trust that will be to our edvantage.”
Kuwaia touches Sprthnt and gives an almost imperceptable nod. Sprthnt says, “Okay, we will brooch the subject.”
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