Almost a purely Narration Chapter, it had to be done.
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/A few minutes later…/
Time passed as Dale and Erile discussed a few things under the light of a simple but strong candle.
/Chatter.../
Dale wasn't pressed for time, so he listened to her talk without really any goal, but from time to time he would butt in to try and stir their conversation into the right track.
Eventually, things went to where he wanted, the start of it all, her reason for being here.
Everything started with Erile's Grandmother, a woman that was by no means religious, which was quite odd given all of her connections to the Church.
However, despite this incongruency, from Erile's own words, her Grandmother always seemed to look up to something.
When she was younger, she used to think this thing she looked up to was God, but she was so sure now... No, she was absolutely sure that wasn't it.
