For a moment, he is quiet; his mind is imagining these underground cities, painting pictures as Anders speaks. Like a sewer, but filled with splendor; like the ruins of ancient cities, but still with their own heartbeat.
A failing one, maybe, but a heartbeat.
"I would like to see them," he says at last, casting a glance down as if an opening to the Deep Roads might just be sitting there.
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For a moment, he is quiet; his mind is imagining these underground cities, painting pictures as Anders speaks. Like a sewer, but filled with splendor; like the ruins of ancient cities, but still with their own heartbeat.
A failing one, maybe, but a heartbeat.
"I would like to see them," he says at last, casting a glance down as if an opening to the Deep Roads might just be sitting there.