MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
"I'm sure that would be very interesting, if they would let you listen, but as I said I've heard they are secretive. I do not even know of any humans that have been to the Fae village." Not that she'd asked many people admittedly, but those that she had queried on the topic had all said the same thing: that the Fae liked to hide away, keep the outsiders out: as much as Morgan was trying to open up her mind, it was a way of life she understood.
Morgan took a sip from her own mug, long ago learning to drink things quickly before something called away her attention. "I am sure there are plenty of fine people in the Hollowed Grounds, but...with the Gods having sealed it away for so long, it seems like it gave it time for some developments that concern me." She frowned, unsure how much to say or really how to say it. "I know they have had something akin to a plague, and that they suffer monster attacks during Longnight."
Morgan took a sip from her own mug, long ago learning to drink things quickly before something called away her attention. "I am sure there are plenty of fine people in the Hollowed Grounds, but...with the Gods having sealed it away for so long, it seems like it gave it time for some developments that concern me." She frowned, unsure how much to say or really how to say it. "I know they have had something akin to a plague, and that they suffer monster attacks during Longnight."
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
