Larksong Grotto Send in the Clowns

Masque was in luck. They found Ancelin eviscerating a rabbit. As soon as they spotted him, they slowed to a stop. Their temple pulsed as he climbed to his feet, spitting bitter words their way. Masque frowned, though they remained motionless as they tried to gather their thoughts. It was difficult, as there were so many.

I think we all needed some time and space to process, they said at length. I know I did. I’m glad I found you, Ancelin. I was hoping the two of us could maybe sort this out somehow, Masque confessed candidly.