Blackwater Islands Slither

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They were eager. Good.

Here, we follow the will of the Unnamed God, Ptolemy explained easily, eyes lighting with a familiar fervency as he spoke of their God. Whispered to us through the spirits; these are the voices you hear. The ones which led you to these islands.

The Saint. Surely this was The Listener's intended heir. Who could succeed a prophet but a saint? Ptolemy wished, not for the first time, that Mother was truly here. Truly with him. That she could speak her will plainly, and let it be known!

Ah, but she was not. It was only Ptolemy, poor inadequate Ptolemy left to interpret these most cryptic signs given to The Druids.

No — he had to be better than this. It was in his blood. He would make a Listener of this child, this living saint among wolves. He had to. Ptolemy cast another glance over the spirit-touched child, his sibling.

Do you hear them now?