full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun had scrambled to grab a notebook, a quill, and some ink when he'd heard Wessex had called a meeting. Making sure he arrived early, he set up a small table next to her. Bent over his journal, he scribbled furious notes, although at times he found himself glancing up at her, eyes wide with shock.
Frowning at the implications of her words, he cleared his throat. "The early warning system you suggest. Would it only work against invaders? Or could we get something that also alerts us to natural threats and monsters, and gives us an advantage against them. Like that mud creature a couple years ago." He glanced at his hand, which had been crushed by the damage caused by the mud monster and only restored through the Voice's grace.
Frowning at the implications of her words, he cleared his throat. "The early warning system you suggest. Would it only work against invaders? Or could we get something that also alerts us to natural threats and monsters, and gives us an advantage against them. Like that mud creature a couple years ago." He glanced at his hand, which had been crushed by the damage caused by the mud monster and only restored through the Voice's grace.
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