Shadowseldil
Redeemed Darkness
Rus was about to answer as another being came into sight. A bit of a conversation of which Rus understood none took place, and Zita went down into the cellar.
"It was just some glass," Rus mumbled, no one listenning to him.
He continued to finger his axe. All this talk of energy and magic made him a bit nervous, or bored. He cared for none of it. Though, perhaps if he could find a way to sharpen his axe, that may spark his interest.
"Excuse me, Zita, but what exactly do you have down there? Will you need any help to carry it?"
Rus remembered what she had done with the door, and realized that she probably would not.
"It was just some glass," Rus mumbled, no one listenning to him.
He continued to finger his axe. All this talk of energy and magic made him a bit nervous, or bored. He cared for none of it. Though, perhaps if he could find a way to sharpen his axe, that may spark his interest.
"Excuse me, Zita, but what exactly do you have down there? Will you need any help to carry it?"
Rus remembered what she had done with the door, and realized that she probably would not.
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