The voice that greeted him belonged to no Ancient, of that Hadama was relatively certain. The slip of a human who appeared in the tunnel was distantly familiar, though he did not recognize her at first. Not until she introduced herself and mentioned the Greatwood did the Tidebreaker blink and then tilt his head in greeting, memory jogged. "Sohalia," he repeated in his low rumble of a voice. "I am Hadama. It is a pleasure to meet again." However unexpected it was to be meeting her here.
He moved closer at his slow pace, his steps wobbly but supported by the trident he used as a walking staff, considering her question as he approached. "Hmm. They are beautiful," he agreed, his artisan's mind already twisting the minerals into something lovely. A torque, perhaps, with obsidian hippocampus heads and eyes of ruby...?
"Why are you gathering them?" His question was curious, having largely missed the rumors in the slew of work that threatened to raise his head above water as Torchline's leader.
He moved closer at his slow pace, his steps wobbly but supported by the trident he used as a walking staff, considering her question as he approached. "Hmm. They are beautiful," he agreed, his artisan's mind already twisting the minerals into something lovely. A torque, perhaps, with obsidian hippocampus heads and eyes of ruby...?
"Why are you gathering them?" His question was curious, having largely missed the rumors in the slew of work that threatened to raise his head above water as Torchline's leader.
