Stone Circle defeat the stymphalian birds

Reading? This is a curse.

There is an explanation for this smear of character. The oracle is cross with her, he holds her in contempt for her pitiful attempts at seeking his aid on the Kvarsheim border.

She hikes her nose and composes herself, clutching to her chest the fragments of a crumbling ego. She refuses to become a mess in front of him. If it was all bullshit then it didn’t matter anyway- right?

“An impressive talent, Oracle. But that,” she indicates toward the dark man’s keepsakes as he carefully moves to stow them, “is a pile of old bones. That is not me.”

Her eyes are quickly upon him with insistence. She knew it was only to convince herself. This seer and his dark magic, he’s probably spun many foul fates- hundreds even! This is certainly nothing new to him.