Frey
"An interesting observation." Frey whispers, their presence like a warm wind through the swamp. "Bad is such a human term." They continue, the words sounding as if they have left a bad taste in the herald's mouth. "Who can truly say what such a mixture might bring?"
Alas, they have been channelled and understand what it is the Accepted is asking.
With a wave of their hands, more and more beavers suddenly arrive to assist with those already compelled by Lena. Their teeth gnaw into the wood, working much faster than the dozen or so who had already been present.
Alas, they have been channelled and understand what it is the Accepted is asking.
With a wave of their hands, more and more beavers suddenly arrive to assist with those already compelled by Lena. Their teeth gnaw into the wood, working much faster than the dozen or so who had already been present.
