[Mini Event] who tells your story

I am not normally want to find myself in these types of situations, and yet here I am. I am not so drawn to idle poetry that I would say my feet have somehow brought me here without my knowing. I came of my own volition, and the reasoning why should be quite obvious. All that I am is within that Spire. And so it is that I am here. I nod to Jigano, the pale-haired man I recognize from our midnight discourse. I recognize only Kristopher otherwise, but of this I am not surprised. I do not seek to engage in social discourse often. How hearing the speeches being given, I find myself drawn to object. "The way forward is clear. The Outlanders have no place within this holy Spire. It is a place for us first and foremost—" Here I touch my chest, and gesture to both Wessex and Kristopher. "—and to you second. It is your heritage, your burden. It is you who have endured this place for generations. The Outlanders, frustrated though they may be, have not even been here a full season. They can wait. This moment is not for them." Drawing forward, I look towards Rory. His blue gaze matches mine, but like with Jigano, I read nothing into this. "We cannot hold them off, but we needn't. Forever is indeed a long time, but that is not what we need. Let we who have been made enter. It is for her that we protect this Spire, it is she who cannot be destroyed, not simply this blackened stone." 108 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100010 01110010 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01101110 01100101 01110111 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110010 01101100 01100100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101101 01111001 01110011 01100101 01101100 01100110 00100000 01101001 01101110 00001010 00001010