"Hmm. Some of Torchline's river stars are infected, too," the King agreed, and though his expression remained serenely stoic there was a touch of concern in the corners of his eyes. "And some of our flowers." Which was his understated way of saying quite a lot, given that Torchline was home to Metacarpal Island. But he inclined his head with deep gratitude at Liam's offer. "Indeed," he rumbled. "Human libraries are... unfamiliar." The Mer had some written texts, but the ocean's tendency to wear away even the hardest of materials over time meant that they tended more towards oral histories.
After a few minutes of quiet study, Liam's voice drew the Tidebreaker's attention again and he looked up, nodding. "Perhaps. This has an account of the Blight in the Hollowed Grounds and Greatwood. Secondhand, but interesting." The book held the stamp of the Order on its cover. Not the most reassuring of organizations, but their reconnaissance of the Voice might yet prove useful. "This new infection also seems to be supernatural in origin." He paused, wracking his memory before speaking slowly, as if testing his question word by word.
"Did you experience the second Plague? The one from the Climb?"
After a few minutes of quiet study, Liam's voice drew the Tidebreaker's attention again and he looked up, nodding. "Perhaps. This has an account of the Blight in the Hollowed Grounds and Greatwood. Secondhand, but interesting." The book held the stamp of the Order on its cover. Not the most reassuring of organizations, but their reconnaissance of the Voice might yet prove useful. "This new infection also seems to be supernatural in origin." He paused, wracking his memory before speaking slowly, as if testing his question word by word.
"Did you experience the second Plague? The one from the Climb?"
