Lync nods. It was a good thing Kryuna had some idea of where to go; she had always avoided the subject herself. Even when Jaspar had been excited to explore the tunnels, it had only taken a mention of what they ran the risk of encountering to convince him it was a bad idea.
“Anything else we might be looking for?” she asks, continuing to lead them away from the village. @Axels
Ten minutes’ time would find Jaspar waiting outside the tavern, anxiously fiddling with his staff.
“As I expected.” Ekimu turns back to the Storm. “Erebos was from a later time than yourself. He is a warrior; once a hero of the people. That is a time few remember. He has since been corrupted by the shadow, and until recently was imprisoned deep in the wild. He seeks a return to power, which necessitates a Mask of Power crafted by myself and my brother. The mask has long since been lost to time, but that will not stop the traitor’s search. To stop him is up to us.”
The Elders lean forward, as if attempting to see what the cries were about. The guard runs to the edge of the lift, leaning over it and taking in the scene below.