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“Are ya sure you want to go up like this?”
“Ou. hf… I’ll rest while they lift it.”
“… a’ight.” — The warlock, having decided that nothing would be told by his tongue to the weary man, agreed to Aslak’s determined spirit.
No time he had allowed for even a tad of the water of the place to cleanse some of the bloody dirt covering him and the warlock signalled to those above, to quietly lift the Archduke to their grounds, who was accompanied by Alsvartr, the loyal Jazhara that shared it’s warmth while the man rested on the wood that would lift him up the boulder.
“What happened, you’ll have ta tell me about it later.”
“… I met tha core and was given a feline, that’s it…”
“Sure… that’s it.” — Otrur scoffed at the nonchalance of the young man, watching him lay with the beast’s head resting on his abdomen while the platform commenced to move. Sighing… for it was visible that as simple a tale, his days were not.