the VOICE
"So rarely do Accepted come to my shrine, these days."
The Voice appears before Darkeye, her body sparking with electricity. She smiles as she gazes down at his offering. "How beautiful." She runs a finger over the pearl.
"I can only imagine how much you have heard. What questions do you have?" The Voice asks. "Perhaps I can put your mind at ease."
The Voice appears before Darkeye, her body sparking with electricity. She smiles as she gazes down at his offering. "How beautiful." She runs a finger over the pearl.
"I can only imagine how much you have heard. What questions do you have?" The Voice asks. "Perhaps I can put your mind at ease."