“I’ve read a little about Mort. Know a bit more about his herald, since that’s who the Festival of Lights was for.I need to read more, Sanctuary has a library!” Rance shook his head to refocus himself on the more important details of what Kel had said. “Later -- you have a house?” Rance’s frown melted away as his brows rose in surprise, instantly distracted from the serious thoughts of what might not be waiting for them in their afterlives. “Here in the forest? Did you find it or build it?” The former would have been more likely had Kel been in the Grounds, but here, Rance assumed, there would be less empty husks of buildings with long dead owners.
Rance missed the swift creature, gaze trained more on Kel than on anything around them. Though now that the initial shock of finding Kel was starting to calm down, he was able to appreciate the warmth of the air. Particularly since he was still better dressed for the cold of a Hollowed Grounds Deepfrost and not balmy Torchline.
Rance missed the swift creature, gaze trained more on Kel than on anything around them. Though now that the initial shock of finding Kel was starting to calm down, he was able to appreciate the warmth of the air. Particularly since he was still better dressed for the cold of a Hollowed Grounds Deepfrost and not balmy Torchline.
