so you could follow me

full moon rising on the waters of my soul

Letha's response was enough to make Amun chuckle. "Nah, it's fine. Just giving you a hard time." Thankfully, they were making excellent time, and he lead her through the Domiciles now. "Long story short, there are old gods of Caido. They gave mortals magic. However, the Voice decided to strike out on her own, and use the magic in ways the gods didn't approve of to help humanity, including making the Ascended." He paused to let all that sink in.

"So there was a war. The Voice lost, and was imprisoned in the Hollowed Ground." Shrugging, he shot her a cautious look, wondering how she'd feel about the truncated history lesson.

Thankfully, they arrived at the door to his studio soon enough. The sign said Potter's Play, and he opened it and gestured for her to enter. "Home sweet home." Inside was sort of an organized chaos: there was a cot in one corner, a kiln in the opposite one, a workstation with half-worked clay on it and a bunch of unworked clay underneath it, shelves with various completed projects scattered around, and finally a potter's kick wheel in the center of the room.

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