Ill-Made Martyr [Open]

MaeA She did not notice his drifting attention, just wrote it off as taking in the scenery. The apology was similarly waved off, a habit she too was guilty of when feeling nervous. Indeed, rather than focus over much on Peter, as he named himself, she began to walk along the rows of houses, pointing out landmarks and explaining how anyone could just pick a ruin and repair it if they needed a new house or storage. "Most people live here, so the area is called the Domicile. The huge dome over there is the Atheneum, where you find the Lorekeepers guild and a library. Over there is the Temple, ut you get hurt or need some entertainmentbthey have an infirmary and a tavern housed within. And a shrine, if you ever need to commune with the gods." If ever there was anyone who could give Peter the orders he so craved, it would be the gods. Better them than any of the humans that lived here... though she had to wonder about that really, if the conflict between the old and new gods really existed still. If one party har erected the dome and the other tried to tear it down... things could get messy. Returning to the task at hand, Maea went on to explain about the barrier that kept them looked inside, the Spire, the Long Night that had recently passed and the Fiat Lux that was rapidly approaching. By the time she paused, her throat har gone dry and she had lost track of how many corners they had turned around, until they wound up pretty much where they started. "Any questions?" she finally asked, the smile a bit lopsided; if he didn't have more of them than she had answer to, she was a Magna. you're so cold, but you feel alive.