You win a lot, but you lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
Nate was visiting the Hollowed Grounds anyway, it only made sense to make a detour before he stepped back through the portal, to visit one of the shrines, visit the Voice. He had even brought an offering, a bottle of high proof alcohol, more fuel than drink, but it felt like something at least. Maybe that's what he'd been doing wrong. Maybe it would just come across as a spite thing. Maybe it was a little bit.
The obsidian glinted darkly in the hollowed out tree, drawing Nate's eye. He set the bottle down by the roots, and clapped his hands together in a gesture of prayer. "I'd like an audience with the Voice. I have... questions." It was hard to not feel like this was talking to himself, and the frustration with that showed, in the tight lines of his posture and the clipped words. "I'd like some answers. About us, the ascended. The bright ones. Please."
The obsidian glinted darkly in the hollowed out tree, drawing Nate's eye. He set the bottle down by the roots, and clapped his hands together in a gesture of prayer. "I'd like an audience with the Voice. I have... questions." It was hard to not feel like this was talking to himself, and the frustration with that showed, in the tight lines of his posture and the clipped words. "I'd like some answers. About us, the ascended. The bright ones. Please."
NATE
