in tenebris est veritas.
His description of the accusation gives them pause, the final stone suspended in their hands as their head slants at a contemplative angle. But eventually they nod gently in agreement with it, a gesture that resembles a shrug. Chaele had never eaten anyone, but they had found a reverence for the land far more worthwhile than the worship of any shrine or god. The rock drops from their hands and they kick it conclusively into place.
“You say this as if there is something wrong with it,” Chaele mentions, gesturing toward the bundle of dry wood they had gathered like a suggestion to him. Their gaze meets Talyson’s for a lingering moment, catching sight of that fleeting moment of joy. Maybe he did belong here, however much anyone did; maybe they ought to look more into the properties of Feverlands mud. “I will hope I do not earn hostility in exchange for my hospitality.”
Their first task complete, the cultist crouches beside the swamp rat and retrieves a long knife from their belt. With a few practiced motions the carcass its gutted, Chaele’s bare hands plunging deep to carefully extract the liver and intestines. “Have you ever witnessed a haruspicy?”
“You say this as if there is something wrong with it,” Chaele mentions, gesturing toward the bundle of dry wood they had gathered like a suggestion to him. Their gaze meets Talyson’s for a lingering moment, catching sight of that fleeting moment of joy. Maybe he did belong here, however much anyone did; maybe they ought to look more into the properties of Feverlands mud. “I will hope I do not earn hostility in exchange for my hospitality.”
Their first task complete, the cultist crouches beside the swamp rat and retrieves a long knife from their belt. With a few practiced motions the carcass its gutted, Chaele’s bare hands plunging deep to carefully extract the liver and intestines. “Have you ever witnessed a haruspicy?”
