what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
'Ah! That's excellent. Thank you so much." Says the mouse to the lion, truly believing that Jack will selflessly give the treasures to those who need them.
With his hands clasped politely at his waist, Edwyn listens to the more clever minds as they devise a plan. He wonders if the wood will rot away with the pounding of the waves but...well! He did say that Jack and Saiden knew best, so who was he to argue? Was this one of his stories he might have written-in some sort of monster coming along to be killed or some such, it's bones and sinew used to reinforce the caves.
But wood and netting worked too.
"Perfect. I'll finish up in here then." He says with a nod toward the shrine at his back, as if implying it was the sort of thing only an ascended could do.
With his hands clasped politely at his waist, Edwyn listens to the more clever minds as they devise a plan. He wonders if the wood will rot away with the pounding of the waves but...well! He did say that Jack and Saiden knew best, so who was he to argue? Was this one of his stories he might have written-in some sort of monster coming along to be killed or some such, it's bones and sinew used to reinforce the caves.
But wood and netting worked too.
"Perfect. I'll finish up in here then." He says with a nod toward the shrine at his back, as if implying it was the sort of thing only an ascended could do.
