flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Having traveled up and down this very mountain almost every single day since her cousin had selected it as their home, Aguta was unfazed by climbing it now. For the last two years, she had traveled up and down steep mountain sides, fully recovered from her tumble down the Tartok mountain (save for a slight limp that would never go away) and succeeded in overcoming the fear of the mountain that her fall had instilled into her. The scarred female was definitely physically fit, that much was certain.
She remained silent while the other female answered her question. For a bit, Aguta wasn’t certain that Muirrin was going to actually answer. When she did begin to answer, the scarred female remained silent, listening. At the moment, it was just the two of them, not including the spirits of old. That meant that Muirrin had Aguta’s absolutely undivided attention, which was a good thing. “But why the spirits of this mountain?” she further inquired. “Are there not spirits on the other mountains in the area? Or is it because this is the tallest?” Aguta knew that if her cousin wasn’t missing, this hike wouldn’t be happening. But since her cousin was missing, Aguta had no problem taking this walk with this stranger.