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>Oh lovely, we may have a town of maw worshipers
>Oh, that’s what the bullies were talking about before.
Well that’s just great. No wonder everyone’s been giving me dirty looks! Guess I’ll take what I can and skedaddle immediately after this. I’ll feel safer out in the wild, even. The ruins are too far down the path, it’ll be way too dark to even reach them. The farm? Maybe... I'll have to be super nice if I run into the Huntoon.
>I wonder how the scripture differs, exactly. Maybe you can get a hold of a bible from this sect?
A lot of beliefs follow under the same book, The Voxxus Neb. Of course, you’d have many different interpretations and testaments. Some translations are strongly devoted to their ideal God. Ndepthteph and Bhothogoshol were siblings so they tie closely together. So a preacher from both sides can really argue context on the same sentence.
I’ve pocketed the bracelet and stand up—brushing dust off my costume. I just have so many questions but I don’t want to cause trouble asking about the missing delivery boy—if he had any knowledge of it.
Ganymede: Yeah, seems like a warm town. I was just helping a girl and I couldn’t ignore it.
Ganymede: Anyway, like before, uh, here’s your package.
Augus hands the signed documents over and I complete the exchange. He still carries a calm aura to his smile as the daggers are in his possession now.
Augus: Ah. Thank you. I’ve been waiting for these.
Augus: I’m a historian. Of sorts.
Augus: And a bit of a collector but…
His sentence trails off a bit.
Augus: This land—far, far from the cities--has much sacred ground.
Augus: I’ve been on a few digs that go back to the Old Arthocobs. Learning your history.
Augus: I haven’t quite found what I’ve been looking for. I may just… move on to another site within a month.
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