Larksong Grotto What gods bring

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She called herself a priestess—the one who communed with the gods, the bridge between the divine and the mortal.
Aspa had snorted with laughter— she had never taken Faust af Drakuraal for a devout man. And yet, here he was, already in possession of a messenger of the gods.
A messenger who had to turn to a witch to decipher the will of the divine.

Er det ikke din rolle, præstinde – at tyde? She watched her still, from every angle, examining every seam.
Og hvad er det så, du gør for Darukaal? Fortæller du smukke historier for Faust af Darukaal? Er dine guder mere tillokkende end dem, der stammer fra hans eget blod og jord? The hairs along her neck had risen, creeping up between her shoulders—but still, she wore that cunning smile.

De gør nar af dig ikke, vær tryg ved det. she had confessed, before ceasing to circle her. She stood before her now, gaze locked deep into hers.