Sign her up for exactly that — she's been in the bowels of abandoned buildings that looked a lot like this temple does in terms of the wear-and-tear; moss-stink and damp walls; the cold, clammy air; an unspeakable amount of dirt. Grave dirt, probably, considering this entire place... Abby is in no mood to rouse anything of any description. Whatever is in here can stay unroused, thanks.
To this effect she does not take another step, simply watches Talin's thumb pass over words she can't read.
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Sign her up for exactly that — she's been in the bowels of abandoned buildings that looked a lot like this temple does in terms of the wear-and-tear; moss-stink and damp walls; the cold, clammy air; an unspeakable amount of dirt. Grave dirt, probably, considering this entire place... Abby is in no mood to rouse anything of any description. Whatever is in here can stay unroused, thanks.
To this effect she does not take another step, simply watches Talin's thumb pass over words she can't read.
The name Falon'Din does not ring any bells.
"What kind of god is he? Benevolent? Or..."