You may doubt what you see with your own two eyes, vision or no, but until I have proof that the Bard didn't detonate Calernia with a below-damned angel, I have little reason to doubt.
[ She hadn't woken up with her, Yara of Nowhere, after all. There was no coin to spin, and Akua felt... that deep sorrow of loneliness. Is this what the Wandering Bard felt, to be alive for so long, with nobody to walk the ages with her but the Hidden Horror? ]
I don't know these Kenoma, sir. Perhaps I should speak to them as well, if I am to decide to forsake them?
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You may doubt what you see with your own two eyes, vision or no, but until I have proof that the Bard didn't detonate Calernia with a below-damned angel, I have little reason to doubt.
[ She hadn't woken up with her, Yara of Nowhere, after all. There was no coin to spin, and Akua felt... that deep sorrow of loneliness. Is this what the Wandering Bard felt, to be alive for so long, with nobody to walk the ages with her but the Hidden Horror? ]
I don't know these Kenoma, sir. Perhaps I should speak to them as well, if I am to decide to forsake them?