"Hmm. I suppose it would seem evil to those whose greatest - and final - sin was simple curiosity. Certainly it could seem that way to those of their friends and family who recovered the remains afterwards." He hummed thoughtfully at the rest of her words, nibbling his lip delicately in the cold as he looked out upon the empty snowfield and dark monument to captivity that lay beyond. "Broken and going mad though... I had wondered, when descriptions of it made it sound near death, but never dying. I wonder if healing it would release it from its violent cycle? There are mages here who could attempt it, if they had reason to think it worth trying." As his own shoulder could more than attest!
Two hundred years old, though? The bard raised a brow, lips twitching into a lopsided smile. "I haven't been on this world long, only a season or so, but you are by far the oldest being I have yet heard of. That in itself is remarkable, not least for your knowledge of things like the Spire... guardian." He tilted his head curiously, though at her phrasing. "And why would your history not be recorded among the other kinds of humans here? I have met only a few other Ascended, but they seem fairly well blended into the community here, as accepted as those who turn into animals, or cast spells, or work with their own innate talents."
Two hundred years old, though? The bard raised a brow, lips twitching into a lopsided smile. "I haven't been on this world long, only a season or so, but you are by far the oldest being I have yet heard of. That in itself is remarkable, not least for your knowledge of things like the Spire... guardian." He tilted his head curiously, though at her phrasing. "And why would your history not be recorded among the other kinds of humans here? I have met only a few other Ascended, but they seem fairly well blended into the community here, as accepted as those who turn into animals, or cast spells, or work with their own innate talents."
