It might have been reassuring, once, to see that this place had no human remains. Now is not the case. There were people, however different from him, and these were the homes they lived. These were lives lost. No matter his feelings for the Outlands, that holds true.
"What do you think happened here...?"
C -The grieving musician
It's the music that draws you in. Fingers dance over the strings of a glistening guitar and the song reaches into hearts and tugs. It doesn't tear but it would be easy for an old wound to stir to life. The man sits there in a mask with tiled turquoise beneath the eyes, resembling tears that never cease in their flow. In a trick of the light, the mask could nearly resemble a hollow-cheeked skull.
The man sits and plays and plays. He sits just outside a deep cave. As you approach, he turns to it. He gets to his feet, as though suddenly possessed. And then to you, he turns.
"I've got to reach her. I'm going to the other side. Will you come with me?"
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It might have been reassuring, once, to see that this place had no human remains. Now is not the case. There were people, however different from him, and these were the homes they lived. These were lives lost. No matter his feelings for the Outlands, that holds true.
"What do you think happened here...?"
C -The grieving musician
It's the music that draws you in. Fingers dance over the strings of a glistening guitar and the song reaches into hearts and tugs. It doesn't tear but it would be easy for an old wound to stir to life. The man sits there in a mask with tiled turquoise beneath the eyes, resembling tears that never cease in their flow. In a trick of the light, the mask could nearly resemble a hollow-cheeked skull.
The man sits and plays and plays. He sits just outside a deep cave. As you approach, he turns to it. He gets to his feet, as though suddenly possessed. And then to you, he turns.
"I've got to reach her. I'm going to the other side. Will you come with me?"