Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Humming in acknowledgement that she heard Thalassa, the white-horned ancient looked up over the spider. "I hear you. I'll do what I can, but please be prepared to come out disappointed, yeah? With some luck I might be able to figure out the when and where, but more than that will be difficult. Is that alright?" At least she wasn't completely without clues. The scarce number of shrines dedicated to Dygra might prove beneficial in this case; it limited options and search areas, to a point where even idiots like that drunkard could prove useful.
Looking back at the arachnid in her hands, she found that one of its legs had been bent and squashed out of shape. "Been squeezed in the bottle rack, huh? Let's fix that up, shall we," she cooed. "Can I borrow a knife?" Holding out a hand at Thal, she hoped the woman would prove amenable; it seemed like too much hassle to go and get one from the other end of the bar.
Looking back at the arachnid in her hands, she found that one of its legs had been bent and squashed out of shape. "Been squeezed in the bottle rack, huh? Let's fix that up, shall we," she cooed. "Can I borrow a knife?" Holding out a hand at Thal, she hoped the woman would prove amenable; it seemed like too much hassle to go and get one from the other end of the bar.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
