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[Empiricist]

After resting, Silica looks for the man who gave her the map.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The door leading to the Corvid Hall is gone. The Kobold is waiting by there.
"You're back, eh?"

[Empiricist]

"Hello again, I didn't catch your name the first time we met."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Daeron of the Moonfoot. A pleasure to meet ya, lassie."

[Vgray]

Nelkathar quietly ponders the nature of his own existence.

[Empiricist]

"Silica Tykki is my name. Where are we? I've never heard of any place such as this."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron shrugs.
"I just woke up here a week ago."

[Empiricist]

"Was there anything odd? Such as misplaced belongings?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

He shakes his head.

[Vgray]

Nelkathar looks up at the Corvid Moon, admiring it.

[Empiricist]

"How odd, I lost my grimoire somewhere... anyway, there's signs of corruption here as well... would you be aware of any way to get rid of waste products of magic?"

[Xantalos]

Raven pecks Corvus in the face.

Did you not hear me, slow one?

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Raven pecks Corvus in the face.

Did you not hear me, slow one?

"Did you not see my contemplations?"
"I'm just a lowly pickpocket, lass. I wouldn't know magical waste if I saw it!"

[Empiricist]

"You have awfully nice knives for a pick pocket... Wait, are there any gods in this world?"

[Vgray]

Nelkathar prays to the god Corvus.

<Great Crow, I am troubled by recent events. As I am sure you must be.>