Quoted By:
[2/2]
Jess is still huddled by the fire upon your return, making no comment on your absence. She does not even offer a curious tilt of her head towards your miraculous discovery, instead shivering and edging even closer to the warmth of the flames.
<span class="mu-i">“Rest up, Jess.”</span> You say reassuringly, rolling on to your side with the newfound blade cradled in your arms. <span class="mu-i">“We will wait until the storm breaks, and then gather driftwood for a bonfire. That should help our friends find us.”</span>
Jess the Kid glances up at your voice, and even the impassive porcelain mask of the Fae seems despondent to your eyes.
<span class="mu-i">“They will find us. Them, or someone else.”</span> Your voice is firm, with a confidence you actually feel. <span class="mu-i">“Our story does not end here.”</span>
========================================
>Men have died over this secret, or secrets like it. Many men, low and highborn both. You’re not foolish enough to put such sensitive information such as the location or nature of this place to paper. You haven’t even decided whether you’re going to tell Sir Gilbern when you do see him. Not until you know more, at least. [Haughty]
>Sir Robert Gilbern is one of the very few men who you know might understand or even believe what this place is. He has to be told, not just what you found but where. And what you think it might mean. It’s all connected, somehow, and the Reginate Herald seems to be one of the few that holds any of the other pieces. And certainly, he’s the only one of category of people that you trust. [Hearty]
>The Angel delivered you unto this place. Thrust this sword worthy of a Knight of the Realm into your hands. That is the truth, and all the truth that matters. As for the nature of this island… this jail… If the Angel bids that you speak of it to another soul, you will. But until then, you will take this secret your grave. [Idealist]
