Jorah Mesonova didn't consider how this might be worth Devante's time, but he had between now amd then to figure that out. Knowing abandoned sacred forest's, they tended to have something for everyone (who was anyone).
Hunched, he led Devante wordlessly to the outskirts of the festival, away from the many bonfires where images pf the stories told tdanced magically in the flames. Soon, the path would slip into a slim forest trail with small idols carved into rocks marking the way. Now, he straightened his back and tickled his magic ring. The frosty cataracts faded from his brown eyes, but he left the delicate spectacles on.
This forest was at the edge of Antiva, home of the ancient elves, amd somewhere inside, walkable from here, was the relic of a shrine to Sylaise.
[color=orange]"It's this way,"[/color] he said in a low voice to Devante, shooting a glance at the other Talon to measure his belief that this was worthwhile. One could tell the way was forbidden by the large sign written in several languages, and the boards nailed over the trails entrance in a hasty looking manner. [color=orange]"Unless you want to go back to your lady and her colorful yard games,"[/color] Jorah chuckled at the slightly younger Crow, more for Devante's humor than his own.
A lady and peaceful festival games would be enough for Jorah, in a luckier timeline.
Hunched, he led Devante wordlessly to the outskirts of the festival, away from the many bonfires where images pf the stories told tdanced magically in the flames. Soon, the path would slip into a slim forest trail with small idols carved into rocks marking the way. Now, he straightened his back and tickled his magic ring. The frosty cataracts faded from his brown eyes, but he left the delicate spectacles on.
This forest was at the edge of Antiva, home of the ancient elves, amd somewhere inside, walkable from here, was the relic of a shrine to Sylaise.
[color=orange]"It's this way,"[/color] he said in a low voice to Devante, shooting a glance at the other Talon to measure his belief that this was worthwhile. One could tell the way was forbidden by the large sign written in several languages, and the boards nailed over the trails entrance in a hasty looking manner. [color=orange]"Unless you want to go back to your lady and her colorful yard games,"[/color] Jorah chuckled at the slightly younger Crow, more for Devante's humor than his own.
A lady and peaceful festival games would be enough for Jorah, in a luckier timeline.
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