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She would much rather be standing before her Lady’s shrine - the alcove is a beautiful, elegant place - while the Old Gods’ shrine is just bone. Bones bones bones. Strewn about, too (her own handiwork, but if no one’s been here to see it, then no one really knows, right?), made into a proper, disorganized mess. Wessex starts to go through the motions of tidying up a bit taking care not to be too terribly effective. As she stacks two bones, the Wraith remains in a squat, looking around at the blackest, shinest cavern.
Her last questions had gone mostly unanswered. She hopes these will fare better. “Tanau? I have some questions about the Climb. You were so kind to answer my questions a couple of years ago - I hope you’ll do the same again.” She comes without an offering for the Longheat god, but perhaps flattery will get her somewhere.
Her last questions had gone mostly unanswered. She hopes these will fare better. “Tanau? I have some questions about the Climb. You were so kind to answer my questions a couple of years ago - I hope you’ll do the same again.” She comes without an offering for the Longheat god, but perhaps flattery will get her somewhere.
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