Actual cannibals, he repeated, deadpan. Taking another lingering bite of the cinnamon-infused bread, he shook, letting particles of rain flicker and fly away from his coat before drawing his attention back to Lyra and her mild horror. Not that he hadn’t been when he’d first heard of them either, and much more when encountering them for himself. Used to live in Whitebrim, gesturing with his head, a vague direction across Citadel thresholds and out into the Tundra. Long gone and exterminated now, though there will always be stories of them passed down. Even Marcus, just the other day, had mentioned hunters and trackers still carrying sentiments of whispers and ghosts on the wind.
As for Torchline legends, some she mentioned he already had personal experience with. The L’ma gave him the slight inkling of a smile, recalling the way they’d all strived to save it, creating manufactured wings for its flightless entity. Starwhales again, much like Amalia’s once companion, drifting amongst the cosmos. The last one gave him curious pause though, for he wasn’t certain he could recall it – at least, he’d never encountered said beast through his many travels. What is the Reef Reaver?
As for Torchline legends, some she mentioned he already had personal experience with. The L’ma gave him the slight inkling of a smile, recalling the way they’d all strived to save it, creating manufactured wings for its flightless entity. Starwhales again, much like Amalia’s once companion, drifting amongst the cosmos. The last one gave him curious pause though, for he wasn’t certain he could recall it – at least, he’d never encountered said beast through his many travels. What is the Reef Reaver?
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