And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
On this particular morning in Leafchange, Lyra finds herself back in Torchline. She's been traveling for the better part of the past few seasons, and coming home is comforting, but strange. It's almost like her roots here are growing fragile as she begins to see what else the world of Caido has to offer. Still, she is firmly a Torcher at heart, and at the news that there is to be a meeting to decide upon the future of the region, she shows up with interest to hear what their queen has to say.
It appears that their current regional quest is for cannons, and Lyra cannot think of anything to add to the discussion. "The docks sound like a good place," she says. "But I agree that placement should be strategic. If there were an attack, the cannons would be a target, and therefore anything around them would possibly be damaged by attempts to disable them." So, in other words, she's in favor of avoiding any ships and businesses, to the extent that it's possible to do so.
It appears that their current regional quest is for cannons, and Lyra cannot think of anything to add to the discussion. "The docks sound like a good place," she says. "But I agree that placement should be strategic. If there were an attack, the cannons would be a target, and therefore anything around them would possibly be damaged by attempts to disable them." So, in other words, she's in favor of avoiding any ships and businesses, to the extent that it's possible to do so.
