Moonstone Quarry hits the six, and it's summer

trade: spiritualist

at least he was one to admit his misdemeanors. he would not speak as of yet, letting the man argue his reasoning for following after the sögumaðr. he watched as he looked down to the pools, then to their refractions on the walls, and nodded, as if silently saying: yes, they are quite beautiful.

and he spoke, now, explaining himself. he was polite, that was something rökkur could appreciate. but his lack of honour for such a place of such clear reverence somewhat disturbed the faith-man. and as if his disapproval were fog, it seemed to linger, and the forneskjan did not appear quite thrilled. again, he spoke.

you are right, he confirmed. turning away, then, he flicked his tail ; a silent invitation for the man to follow. deeper he would go, searching for moonstone. i am glad that you have come to me, but know that there is no need to stalk along. we may walk side by side, and i will show you that in which you wish to know.

descending the levels of the quarry, he found himself at the bottom, now searching the rocky grounds for the treasure he sought. speak to me, rökkur hummed, turning, again, to face the one who sought wisdom. and i will listen.