silent night, starlit night

Safrin That night. Safrin nods, looking up at the stars. "The Spire has always been protected from our view, even breached. That said..." Glancing at Amalia, the goddess smiles almost secretively. "Did the tulmhainar you met seem that easy to kill? Even young, they have quite amazing defences.." Trailing off thoughtfully, Safrin turns back to regard Amalia solemnly for a moment. "If there is indeed a tulmhainar in the Spire, the Voice must have trapped it there. For what purpose not even I can guess...but if it is still alive, it must be rescued."