Scavengers

oliver

The blonde crinkles his nose as he thinks. "That's....odd... do you guys not want to develop such a thing? One where we can make books without the use of magic?" It was simply second nature. It sounded so normal to Oliver, an idea of mass producing books through means that weren't magical. Surely, they could develop such a thing. It would be fantastic and would lead to books becoming far more available to people.

It felt as though he had been separated from his body. The abandoned became the ascended... and it sounded so wrong. To do such a thing. He was starting to understand why some people held a grudge against the Ascended. Oliver wouldn't be angry towards those who were forced to be Ascended, but he couldn't help feeling weird. "Jigano... do you think there's more of a reason as to why the Voice brought us here? Do you.... do you worry another war is going to happen?" He didn't want there to be another war and he didn't want to be the cause of it. "She's bringing us here and.... I'm afraid of what's going to happen. I want to know what she has planned." His voice softened and he was worried. Scared even.

His eyes traveled down to the crate that held the jewelry, as if he were a crow or a dragon spotting riches. "We should take that one back for sure."

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