"Mmm. I don't know," he admitted, glancing aside to Amalia with a thoughtful frown. "After what happened in the Spire, with Wessex... They still make my skin crawl to go through them, but just because we stop using them doesn't mean the Ascended will," he added, shoulders slumping a little. "The gods gave us the job of making sure no more evil was done through them. No more blood spilled to open the damned things. If we huddle in the Hollowed Grounds and let the Voice's agents have free rein, we won't be able to fulfill that task." He straightened, his wry smile not holding much humor as he tilted his head at Amalia. "Damned if we do, damned if we don't, isn't it?"
"Delah set that bar pretty low," the bard pointed out dryly. "But Tarasha is lovely. They made me a basket to catch the sun in," he added, a little wistfully as he remembered the time he had used it, Adam and Coffee at his side. "And Delah might be a lost cause, but we can still build small bridges with individuals. Tarasha, Eliza, Hazel, even Jiao," he added with a wry chuckle for the somewhat abrasive seamstress. "Any friends we can make, we'll need, I suspect." He hummed thoughtfully, remembering a more difficult time, and he slanted a cautious look to his friend. "Have you been back down to the underground library since we left it?"
"Delah set that bar pretty low," the bard pointed out dryly. "But Tarasha is lovely. They made me a basket to catch the sun in," he added, a little wistfully as he remembered the time he had used it, Adam and Coffee at his side. "And Delah might be a lost cause, but we can still build small bridges with individuals. Tarasha, Eliza, Hazel, even Jiao," he added with a wry chuckle for the somewhat abrasive seamstress. "Any friends we can make, we'll need, I suspect." He hummed thoughtfully, remembering a more difficult time, and he slanted a cautious look to his friend. "Have you been back down to the underground library since we left it?"
