A warm golden light slowly settles upon the docks and all those currently working in and around them, yet only Talyson will be able to see it. For the dock workers, they will, should they bother to look, only see the courier and his bowed head. For Talyson however, Torchline's coasts and beaches will slowly fade away, melting into towering trees of youthful green and golden sprays of sunlight.
Amidst this sudden forest stands the God of Death, radiant and youthful, with a warm smile on his lips. "You aren't interrupting at all." He says, extending out a hand to beckon the man close, before taking several strides himself to bridge the gap between the two.
"And please, keep your things. I'd hate to make you part with something with so much meaning."
No luck on the roll so the pass was used!
Amidst this sudden forest stands the God of Death, radiant and youthful, with a warm smile on his lips. "You aren't interrupting at all." He says, extending out a hand to beckon the man close, before taking several strides himself to bridge the gap between the two.
"And please, keep your things. I'd hate to make you part with something with so much meaning."
No luck on the roll so the pass was used!
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