fight, because you don't know how to die quietly
“Good idea, Nikolai.” He rumbles quietly to the Ascended that sidles up beside him, flashing a crookedly fanged smirk, before his attention is brought up to Wessex speaking of the training grounds he’d created. He nods, agreeing that it’s a combination they should all pursue, to search for who worked better with one another and to better be prepared should said groups get split up.
He can help with that.
But he remains silent while they speak, until Wessex offers the information of Tallulah and the Prince, the mention of King’s End having gears spinning in his mind. “King’s End has always been rumored to be a burial ground for gods or the like.” He muses. “But the Barrows are an actual graveyard with tombs, I wonder if some of the relics might reside within there if we can get past the daemons which haunt them.” Taking a breath he absolutely doesn’t need, he reaches up to run his metal hand through his hair. “It’s dangerous, though, and there is always the rumor of the KingMaker.” He murmurs a bit quieter, flashing an apologetic grin to the rest of them.
He can help with that.
But he remains silent while they speak, until Wessex offers the information of Tallulah and the Prince, the mention of King’s End having gears spinning in his mind. “King’s End has always been rumored to be a burial ground for gods or the like.” He muses. “But the Barrows are an actual graveyard with tombs, I wonder if some of the relics might reside within there if we can get past the daemons which haunt them.” Taking a breath he absolutely doesn’t need, he reaches up to run his metal hand through his hair. “It’s dangerous, though, and there is always the rumor of the KingMaker.” He murmurs a bit quieter, flashing an apologetic grin to the rest of them.
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