The fog rose and a dragon came.
[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap
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[Murder, death, suspicion. Blood and mist and panic. Dragons and fireflies... so much history, here. So much spelled out, without caution from this man or reprisal from this place.
Interesting.]
Darkness... hnnn. That... Caretaker's Journal. Know if that's still around?
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You might be able to locate a copy from one of the members of the Alliance.
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Thanks.
That's everything that's happened from the time you arrived here, then?
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That is everything that has happened...to date. All that the Forges have recorded. I arrived somewhere in the middle, just prior to the siren incident that laid waste, temporarily, to the waterfront.
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[Although extreme cold and heat do not trouble Isley at all.]
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[Isley smiles.]
I hope that you need never prepare for the worst, Morgana, but I'm afraid it would be in vain. Be cautious...and if you ever need assistance, you may come to me.
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[Isley chuckles.]
It is a little lengthy for the likes of that, don't you think?
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