Luneshale Pass season of the witch

Last from me!

For that, there was no more to be said. In Zaahira's eyes, passion; one dug out from the graves of unresolved strings of frayed trust and broken promises. There came an unspoken click of agreement and word between their pupils, and in Legend's, a pique of anomalous fascination that desired to peck at these stones Za laid out.

Their ruling princes.

Fun.