I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Considering the Sword’s nature, he wasn’t going to pry endlessly into a stranger’s livelihood, but aspects of him still always craved the notions of information. Little bits and pieces, coveted through either scholarly endeavors or machinating means; taught well in the aspects of childhood to seek and not squander the opportunities. Hence the journey to the library, to the wealth of knowledge at fingertips, and his grasp took hold of another tome, tilting his head curiously to study the cover, intricately laden with an embossed dragon.
This Thorn character didn’t give too much away either; reasonable and unsurprising. Though he arched his brow at the ‘keeper of stories’ quip, eventually turning his gaze back to the stranger. “Of others’ stories or lore?” Of Caido reaches, from hundreds of years before, like some of Jigano’s favored seekers, or current words sprung from legends within the past few intervals?
He snorted, a trace of his dry humor, at the semblances of snow being missed. “We have a larger bay now too, thanks to the Starfall incident.” A blend of havoc, chaos, and irritation in the back of his mind.
This Thorn character didn’t give too much away either; reasonable and unsurprising. Though he arched his brow at the ‘keeper of stories’ quip, eventually turning his gaze back to the stranger. “Of others’ stories or lore?” Of Caido reaches, from hundreds of years before, like some of Jigano’s favored seekers, or current words sprung from legends within the past few intervals?
He snorted, a trace of his dry humor, at the semblances of snow being missed. “We have a larger bay now too, thanks to the Starfall incident.” A blend of havoc, chaos, and irritation in the back of his mind.
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