in tenebris est veritas.
“I like to follow my curiosity,” they answer, with no further reason to hide. They see the tension in his spear hand, hear the vigilance in his voice, but they cannot resist nearing the man-- like it is a test to be won. “And you are very curious.”
There is something familiar about him now that they get a closer look, but that day at the Spire was so many days ago that they no longer remember the texture of his hand as they helped pull him out of that hole. Nonetheless they are inclined to indulge his introduction, the long mask tilting in scrutiny of him. “I am called Chaele.” Their hands lift a little from their sides, only to show that there are no weapons in them. “And now I have answered your questions. Perhaps you would think it impolite not to answer mine.”
There is something familiar about him now that they get a closer look, but that day at the Spire was so many days ago that they no longer remember the texture of his hand as they helped pull him out of that hole. Nonetheless they are inclined to indulge his introduction, the long mask tilting in scrutiny of him. “I am called Chaele.” Their hands lift a little from their sides, only to show that there are no weapons in them. “And now I have answered your questions. Perhaps you would think it impolite not to answer mine.”
