Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

there is a quiet, lingering moment as ingram considers her warning; a twitch of scarred lips given before they stretch into a slow, ghostingly coy smile. i know, ingram murmurs; in the hopes of assuring with the smoky rumble.

for he, he is vessel to the dreadfather. the voidwalker. sithis. sos.

but if i, vessel of the dreadfather sithis, can accept these worship of others then so can the gods. this, ingram believes wholeheartedly. perhaps it was too ambitious...but only the best things were worth the risk.

and this was a risk ingram was willing to take.

are you interested? he asks her, cutting straight to the point; letting her know the offer lays before her: for the taking if she wished to take it.