"Too many," Amalia agrees, her voice also quiet, as though concerned to draw attention to their place in this hall. The Atheneum has always welcomed her, but this corner of it feels cold and forsaken, a loneliness permeating the usually pleasant haven. She shivers inadvertently, turning back to look at him as he lists the locations of other shrines. "I know the one in the Underground-" and how "But not the labyrinth. There's one in the Woodlands, too." Frown deepening, she shakes her head. Too many places of power, offering too much strength.
Judgmental, she stares down at the globe, barking a hushed hush at the soldier's observation. "I imagine so." Part of her wants to tear it down, the way she tore down Zariah's notice, but it seems sacrilegious to desecrate an altar, even one like this. So instead she shuts the doors, hoping nobody else will find it, that it will simply rot and waste away. Turning back to Ronin the baker runs her fingers through her hair. "Let's go. I don't like knowing that it's there."
