Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

an artifact, she tells him.

an artifact, he ponders. of what nature, his mind cannot help but wonder to next. he's intrigued. so very, very intrigued; her enigma and purpose beckoning him nearer.

and then there was her telling that her mother hid it, which lets warsbane know that he wasn't the only one with ancestral ties to these wilds. he knew so very little of his own father, wintersbane — but he holds no illusions that he knew what his own mother knew ( precious little ).

i see, the adventurer drawls; feigning a lack of interest so she might not see just how interested he truly was. i have not, he admits. i have not fully explored this spire yet. ...and there are so many places this cave of yours could be.