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It was Ingram he sought, but another who came in his stead.

A woman, young and graceful. She was of no familiarity to him, yet she was still a sight a keen gaze should linger upon. But this was not why he was here.

Yes, I am aware. His voice was colder than he meant it to be, but so all the same. I have followed the trail of Ingram, a man I walked alongside in the place that was once Basilica. It has fallen, but him and I have not.

Now he wondered, what did this woman mean to Akashingo? To the dreadfather?