Yuler examines her surroundings as she awaits the sound of Hael's arrival at the bottom of the hole. Noticing the faint glow of Dabria that has imprinted itself into the walls around her, Marne, and Lee, she runs the fingertip of one glove against the surface. To her surprise, the glow finds itself sticking to her. She then brushes it off and onto her trousers as she turns to speak to the others."It would seem the pollen still emits, even in a gust-less place such as this.""The idea lacks surprise." Lee blandly proclaims, shaking his head as he too observes the situation before turning back to the entrance, where Hael makes herself known."We must find the source as quickly as possible. It will surely be our grave if we remain here for too long." Hael kicks dirt from her boots and allows her mask to fall beneath her chin, taking in a deep breath as she does so. "Fortunately for us, it would seem a straight shot to our target."The others look to where Hael's nose has found itself po

Stirring from their slumber, the party begins their trek back towards the towers of Maciofim with sore muscles and tongues that taste of ash. Little is spoken before they wash away the bitterness from the night before with flowing river water and wipe what they can from their hair and faces, leaving streaks of filth around their collars and garbs. Once each is as satisfied as they can find themselves to be, a conversation begins to break through on their walk across prairie lands. With only a bundle of woodlands and what remains of the clearing standing between them and the city walls, Hael speaks first."I assume their efforts will rest in attempting to restore it. The plant that is.""What purpose might there be in doing such a thing?" Questions Marne, who continues to rub away grime from the back of his neck as he trudges through tall grass."Have you not listened to a word we've said?" Lee rolls his eyes and takes in a deep breath to speak with. "Without Dabria they will most cert

Standing behind two large doors, barred off by metal gating, and separating them from the gardens, the party awaits Farrow's arrival. As they do so, each begins to appear nervous about what is to come. Marne wipes his blade clean, wishing only to have retrieved his cleaver before reaching such a stage in their work. Yuler stands at the ready, tempted to continue without permission, but not wanting to do so at the same time, as a creature of legend is what she knows they are coming to face. Lee's concerns rest in the well-being of Hael, who stands behind the three of them and gulps harshly as she trembles; Feeling as though the reward for their efforts here may not come to be, but praying that it might. Cheers can still be heard coming from beyond the doors. Where they know others to be watching from windows and rooftops as they too await the arrival of their leader."Puppets." Mumbles Marne, who is now satisfied with the cleanliness of his blade. "Nothing but puppets.""What do you me

Awaiting the arrival of Hael, the group finds themselves resting in a quarter at the far end of The Bethel, where they ponder their own thoughts. Marne looks to the high ceiling, where a set of arched beams maintain the roof beyond it. His thoughts dive deep into the ideas that Yuler provided him. A place to call home, land to care for, and potentially even children. Still, who to enjoy it with seems to slip his mind, as Yuler's words have not seemed to have hinted towards it being him she has these intentions with. As he continues to think on this, Lee finds himself focused solely on the well-being of Hael, who he assures himself will be the same woman he has always known. Perhaps, even better. If, and only if, Farrow can restore her sight, perhaps she will enjoy the life they have come to know even more so. Or... perhaps she will see his scar, and feel too much guilt to continue on with him. Yuler, who has separated herself from the others and taken to a windowsill, watches the stre

Marne walks through the halls, finding his way to Farrow's office space. As he enters the door he is met by the many bookshelves that surround Farrow's desk. Atop the desk, he spots The Tome of Fandor. Approaching the rather large book, he looks about himself, then back again at the blue trimmed leather. Satisfied with his position, he reaches for it."Stop there!" Comes a voice from the hall.Startled, Marne turns to face the husky sound and spots a Nostrum who adorns The Bethel's garbs. Marne looks the man up and down, then smiles."Greetings. Is Farrow in by chance?""Our leader has found himself tied up in a meeting, eager to express a plan to take what remains of Maciofim into our possession.""Oh, excellent! I've actually got some ideas of my own that I'd like to share with him. Do you think he's too busy for that?"The man grunts and then studies Marne for a moment before giving a nod and turning back towards the halls and heading left. Marne, assuming the man is off to get Far