in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele investigates the basement in the faint lantern light, reading the dwindling wreckage as if it were the pages of a book that is going to burn. Surely the story of the Spire can be told by those who had witnessed its near destruction, but there is something honest, something unbiased about the scene itself that eventually satisfies her naive examination of it. Once she has made her rounds, she retrieves her smudge sticks and begin on the task of purification.
"I call the east wind, that renewed purpose may one day return to this place." She nods in passive gratitude to Wessex and Nikolai as the smoke drifts after their labor. "I call the south wind, that prosperity and cheer may find it. I call the west wind, that the history of this place may not be forgotten." She makes room for Darkeye to check the beams as fresh embers catch on the swaying sage. "And I call the north wind, that it stand in strength for years to come."
"I call the east wind, that renewed purpose may one day return to this place." She nods in passive gratitude to Wessex and Nikolai as the smoke drifts after their labor. "I call the south wind, that prosperity and cheer may find it. I call the west wind, that the history of this place may not be forgotten." She makes room for Darkeye to check the beams as fresh embers catch on the swaying sage. "And I call the north wind, that it stand in strength for years to come."
