Isla
"The Hollowed Grounds are a close knit and resilient group of people, I have found," Isla says, smiling over the rim of her cup. "I doubt that you will be out there alone to face the landshark. And I do hope you survive - there are far too few good men left in Caido, and I have a feeling that you are one of them."
Tilting her head, Darkeye's request is a strange one, but only because Isla can't imagine the battle-hardened warpriest doing the work that Bastien - an eccentric man, to be sure - had started. That isn't to say she disapproves, though. Quite the opposite, in fact; her blue eyes light up and she nods to Darkeye.
"A lovely idea," she agrees. "If you would like help with that, I can arrange it with you."
Tilting her head, Darkeye's request is a strange one, but only because Isla can't imagine the battle-hardened warpriest doing the work that Bastien - an eccentric man, to be sure - had started. That isn't to say she disapproves, though. Quite the opposite, in fact; her blue eyes light up and she nods to Darkeye.
"A lovely idea," she agrees. "If you would like help with that, I can arrange it with you."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
