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When Oriens stayed he knew the root of the problem, the thing that had been starting the fires and ravaging their land, his land, Ulric stood at attention and looked hard towards Delumine’s patron deity. How long had he known? Why wait so long to tell them, and why ask them if they knew the cause in the first place? A ripple of anger washed over the roan, but he did his best to shrug it off; it was best not to question a God, especially considering their current situation. The hand of confusion slapped Ulric square in the face with what Oriens said next, however. These fires they had been fighting day after day, running themselves ragged in order to protect what was left of their home, they had all been caused by... squirrels? Perhaps if the thought weren’t so maddening and infuriating, it would be funny. Gilded eyes fell to Sloane and Pavetta as the newcomer and the Emissary were addressed, listening closely to what knowledge they had to offer. They had seen squirrels capable of igniting themselves on fire, without bringing harm to themselves. Ulric’s dark lips drew back as he considered the unlikely and unexpected threat, and directed his gaze back to Oriens. “How can they be stopped?” His voice lacked the annoyance he felt, heavy instead with exhaustion and little else. I’ve never heard of such a thing; is there something that caused their appearance here in the first place?” Or had they always been here? |
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