"Who knows... Remnants perhaps!" Arthur scoffed. More than the civilization that perished long ago, the first objective he thought about was dictated by his sight. The ghost looked distracted, but his facial expressions were long and ragged by ages of slumber.
"New horizons huh? Wonderful. I must admit the incident did preoccupy me enough to forget about this." He added, his left hand twitching to indicate to Bast there was something fishy about the conversation. He needed to keep her in his camp and could not ignore the harsh remarks the emissary addressed his friend.
The wyrmfolk kept glaring at Yemoja while the rainfolk kept hammering the hot steel.
