sah Sah stood at the entrance to the forest with his hunting bag over one shoulder and Lilly sitting at his feet. Pad and the twins were at Ilma's for the day so that the Abandoned could focus on the investigation that Deimos had assigned him and Noah. Packed in his bag was the usual hunting and skinning gear alongside a copy of the notes the Sword have given him, as well as a journal and pencils. As he waited for Noah to arrive, Sah eyed the forest with cautious curiosity. The steel of the trees made him think of the New God's shrine that was once at the Fangs. The metal that had felt more alive than static, seemed echoed in the forest in front of him. A breeze went past, and the trees chimed as it past, almost as if greeting the element. Either that or scolding it for the disturbance of their leaves. Sah wasn't sure. He didn't speak magic tree. |
Not all that is fractured is broken
