Sohalia
Unlike Soh, Hadama did not appear to be particularly talkative, but that had never bothered the young woman in anyone else, and it did not bother her now. His comment on the Ancients was met with vigorous nodding. They were indeed mysterious; even the many books she'd read gave little more than the basic information about them. "I read somewhere that they're the oldest race in Caido," she shared. "I wonder why there seem to be so few of them. I hope there will be some at the festival!"Seeing the stone that Hadama referred to, Soh peered at the rusty red rock with a keen eye. She was certainly not an expert, but it did look more red than the surrounding stone. "I think it might be!" she said excitedly, stepping back from the wall. She hefted the pickaxe she'd been carrying off her shoulder and offered it to Hadama. "Would you like to do the honors?"
it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
