When not otherwise occupied, Quanil haunted 'round the Sanctuary and the Guild Hall. It was the only thing that felt properly like home at the moment. They still weren't sure where to go about looking for Freina, and, despite Mr. Silversmith's assertion to the contrary, they still didn't feel like a proper Loreseeker until they'd completed the quest set by the provost. She wasn't in the Sanctuary, but sometimes Quanil just had to retreat to someplace familiar, somewhere that at least felt safe. (To the extent anything ever did.)
On their way out one day, they saw a gathering of people over near the Temple. Curious (as always), they wandered over. The closer they got, the more clearly they could see: there was Maea Valair the formerly Disappeared, and another person, both in very utilitarian clothing. Quanil only really had the one set of clothes at the moment, but given what they were almost sure was going on here, they didn't think that would matter.
"Are you going to work on the Temple?" they asked politely. "I'd like to help."
Helping rebuild sounded wonderful, sounded like a way not only to meet others and get better acquainted, but to prove their usefulness to their new community.
On their way out one day, they saw a gathering of people over near the Temple. Curious (as always), they wandered over. The closer they got, the more clearly they could see: there was Maea Valair the formerly Disappeared, and another person, both in very utilitarian clothing. Quanil only really had the one set of clothes at the moment, but given what they were almost sure was going on here, they didn't think that would matter.
"Are you going to work on the Temple?" they asked politely. "I'd like to help."
Helping rebuild sounded wonderful, sounded like a way not only to meet others and get better acquainted, but to prove their usefulness to their new community.
