in tenebris est veritas.
The flaking paint that disguises Chaele’s face does little to hide the wince of displeasure at the thought of being tied to someone else. She shakes her head at Darkeye and Isla, her disagreement moreso an excuse than any manner of expertise. “Better to let the loose stones fall and start over with better supports.” She gestures to the volunteers that have begun to affix wooden beams beneath what is left of the floor, at Maea’s direction.
With a wary look upward at dragon that tosses winds around her, the shaman steps out of the Spire once more to check on her kiln. The mortar seems ready for use in cobbling the pieces of rubble together into a reconstruction of the floor, so she will offer it to the volunteers along with some advice on how to best fit the stones together.
Meanwhile she takes every opportunity she can to glimpse into the lightning-lit darkness of the basement, curious about the portal below.
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Chaele refuses the rope and helps volunteers replace the broken floor with new stones.
With a wary look upward at dragon that tosses winds around her, the shaman steps out of the Spire once more to check on her kiln. The mortar seems ready for use in cobbling the pieces of rubble together into a reconstruction of the floor, so she will offer it to the volunteers along with some advice on how to best fit the stones together.
Meanwhile she takes every opportunity she can to glimpse into the lightning-lit darkness of the basement, curious about the portal below.
—
Chaele refuses the rope and helps volunteers replace the broken floor with new stones.
