Quanil snorted. "If any cobbler tried to blame a god around here, they'd probably be next in line at the landshark banquet," they commented as they walked along. "Freina's been missing for most of Longheat now, though I've been looking for her. There was an... incident at the Fiat Lux festival, end of Flowerbirth, and... well, I don't know if your Apollo can hear you from here, but I'll take any help from any quarter, really."
They thought about that: light, healing, and music. "I bet Apollo would like Provost Silversmith. He can heal and play music! And, as the guild master of the Loreseekers' Guild, he represents the Light of Learning!" They pulled the pin out of their pocket to show her, with the open book and the rays of light shining forth from its pages. "Sort of. I might be stretchin' it a bit there."
They thought about that: light, healing, and music. "I bet Apollo would like Provost Silversmith. He can heal and play music! And, as the guild master of the Loreseekers' Guild, he represents the Light of Learning!" They pulled the pin out of their pocket to show her, with the open book and the rays of light shining forth from its pages. "Sort of. I might be stretchin' it a bit there."
