[SE] ignis aurum probat

Fox shakes his head softly. "I don't think so," he says. "And as an Ascended, you tend to need to know where all the shrines are. But then again the Grounds changed a lot in the war. Maybe one of the shrines isn't where it used to be, and it became one to Dygra?" It's a feeble guess at best, but only because the shrine hadn't felt like it had once belonged to the Voice, but wholly other. Quite like the goddess it belonged to, in truth. An offer to join the guild is unexpected at best, Fox falling to a half quite without noticing that he does so, his hand reaching out against a seam of what looks like obsidian - likely a common material up in the Climb. "You wouldn't mind?" he asks, unable not to sound softly surprised. He'd been Ascended, after all. "I mean-- I would love to, of course. It would be nice to be a part of something bigger. And if you ever need a hand somewhere that isn't cold, I'd be happy to join in." fox