we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia has not had the pleasure of visiting Darkeye’s forge, but they arrive with bells on and a dreamlike, vacant smile at the stated time. Hopefully there were no hard feelings after the Landshark hunt and all the messiness it entailed, but Ophelia - for their part - did not harbor such complex emotions. They all survived, and that is what mattered.
Aside from the note about gathering materials, the missive had offered no further explanations, so Ophelia arrives only with rope and their trusty scythe strapped to their back. “Hello Darkeye,” they greet amiably as they wander into his forge, keeping a healthy berth from the fires. “What will we be gathering today?”
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Opheli arrives with rope and their scythe!
Aside from the note about gathering materials, the missive had offered no further explanations, so Ophelia arrives only with rope and their trusty scythe strapped to their back. “Hello Darkeye,” they greet amiably as they wander into his forge, keeping a healthy berth from the fires. “What will we be gathering today?”
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Opheli arrives with rope and their scythe!
