"Share a waffle with me, tree-soul," Raneshi offers half the confection to Alkabah.
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Rani scoops a piece of driftwood form the beach and runs her finger along it, swirling seawater into a familiar shape: Atryl, the rune of fire. The branch blazes into a torch, despite its soggy state, as he stands next to a catapult and addresses the squad gathered there for defense. "Wretched plague bearers. We'll pollute the lake with their foul remains." The tall Kallijae elf is plainly clothed, her utilitarian armor only decorated with runes of power. In the torchlight, more glyphs flash on her sword and buckler. |