Rothan
Rothan recognised the imperial as one of those who’d been with them when the ashlanders attacked. A hired guard probably. He tried not to edge away in distaste, if the temple hired him then so be it but he was still and outlander, and an Imperial at that. Glancing across he saw Rianne was no more pleased with the foreigner than he, she hid it well but she had stopped eating.
He gave the outlander a curt nod before turning back to the ashlander woman, “Apologies,” he said, “Are you temple goers then?” He couldn’t imagine anyone else wanting to give time to the project, but Dralas hardly looked civilised.
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Look behind you and see an ever decreasing number of ghosts. Currently about 15.
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