Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Amun frowned as Wessex brought up Safrin's library. Humming a note low in his chest, he cocked his head to one side. "It's ringing bells, but nothing specific." Hesitating for a moment, his gaze slid away from the Wraith. "I can, uh, ask Maea. I found her out in King's End and she's back now."
He let out a huff of air. "The Library might have information on the relics. And if it's there's not a relic there, it might be out in the Wilds somewhere we have explored as extensively, right?" Sighing, he pinched his nose.
Rolling his eyes at the pat and the offer, he nevertheless reached up to give her hand a little squeeze. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," he drawled. Still, he chuckled. "Fine, I'll dance with the Sentinel, but leave some room on Ronin's dance card for me. I'm getting a bit sick of the Huntsman waltzing wherever he pleases."
He let out a huff of air. "The Library might have information on the relics. And if it's there's not a relic there, it might be out in the Wilds somewhere we have explored as extensively, right?" Sighing, he pinched his nose.
Rolling his eyes at the pat and the offer, he nevertheless reached up to give her hand a little squeeze. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," he drawled. Still, he chuckled. "Fine, I'll dance with the Sentinel, but leave some room on Ronin's dance card for me. I'm getting a bit sick of the Huntsman waltzing wherever he pleases."
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
