in tenebris est veritas.
Their contemptuous scowl would be difficult to see behind the mask, but the furrow of their dark brow is unmistakable. Their hands ball into angry fists at their sides, but then they loosen with a mollifying flourish. Chaele can prevent this, and killing this man is not the best way to do it.
“The soil is poor here,” they reason, gesturing toward the trees around them and the tangle of roots at their feet. Notably, this is the first time they have taken their eyes from Darkeye, though not for long. “The many plants absorb all the nutrients, leaving little to remain should you fell them. The predators are numerous as well. Such a village would be difficult to defend.”
“The soil is poor here,” they reason, gesturing toward the trees around them and the tangle of roots at their feet. Notably, this is the first time they have taken their eyes from Darkeye, though not for long. “The many plants absorb all the nutrients, leaving little to remain should you fell them. The predators are numerous as well. Such a village would be difficult to defend.”
