The old Duskwight hummed at the unearthed man, and after a moment he bent down to the man's level, which was a laborious task for his old spine. Looking into the holes of the mask, at those eyes, he said, "You intrigue me, stranger. Oschon guided me to... this monument," he hefted the thing in his hands. "It was warded, I think to protect you from the Woodwrath. A young Miqo'te girl erected it, and buried you, and left you, and then you unburied yourself. Do you know, Thal, why you have come to Eorzea is such a vessel, and why your acolyte left you in such a state?"
After asking his question, the Duskwight rose again, still staring down at the much shorter man. His old ears listened to the woods, for any hint of Woodwrath. He could sense spirits stirring, searching for something they had lost, but unable to find it. To the Shroud, both the Duskwight and the unearthed man were invisible.
After asking his question, the Duskwight rose again, still staring down at the much shorter man. His old ears listened to the woods, for any hint of Woodwrath. He could sense spirits stirring, searching for something they had lost, but unable to find it. To the Shroud, both the Duskwight and the unearthed man were invisible.
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