Descending into the deeper darkness of the temple, sounds and light fading out, not exactly knowing what's at the end of the journey —
("If I slip off, how long will I fall?"
"Mm...rest of your life. Watch your step.")
— and even once they're in the chamber, the tear in the Veil like a ribbon of void overhead, he wonders if some Theodosians a thousand years from now might stumble on this place as a remnant of a forgotten war. Then he shakes off the thought.
After a moment with the bodies, he spends some time circling the rift. His focus is on the barely visible patterns on the ground; he crouches whenever he finds a bowl carved into the earth, getting a closer look. With gloved hands, he feels around on the inside of them, comments,
holden, ota.
Descending into the deeper darkness of the temple, sounds and light fading out, not exactly knowing what's at the end of the journey —
("If I slip off, how long will I fall?"
"Mm...rest of your life. Watch your step.")
— and even once they're in the chamber, the tear in the Veil like a ribbon of void overhead, he wonders if some Theodosians a thousand years from now might stumble on this place as a remnant of a forgotten war. Then he shakes off the thought.
After a moment with the bodies, he spends some time circling the rift. His focus is on the barely visible patterns on the ground; he crouches whenever he finds a bowl carved into the earth, getting a closer look. With gloved hands, he feels around on the inside of them, comments,
"Someone poured blood into these."