>>5731121>>5731122>>5731127>>5731159>>5731189>>5731354>>5731427>Ask Sigrid about the House An Sprys.>Ask Sigrid about Leshy and your next and final ingredient.“Of course.” You might’ve thought to prod her more on that, but you feel like now may not be the best time. “Then I guess that means our family name is more prestigious than theirs now, no? What’ve they done that’s so important, anyways?”
“It’s more prestigious among bakers and sailors, maybe. Duckworth..” Sigrid mutters. “And honestly, Snuff, please pay more heed to your history classes. Ingraine an Sprys I was the elven revolutionary witch who freed their isles from the tyrannical Old Rule and put an end to a millenia’s worth of isolationism. They’re why elven blood runs in the royal family now–why you’re even here to speak to me.”
“Oh.” You sometimes forget you’re part-elf, actually. You thought you were part goblin when you were a kid (because of your long ears and proclivity to eat raw meat).
“It’s only once in every three or four hundred years that an An Sprys is thought worthy to bear the name Ingraine–in this case, because she was born under the star of the Wild Gods. I’d imagine she’s under a lot of pressure to measure up to the glory of her progenitors.” Sigrid glances back at you. “I can sympathize with her frustrations to some extent. I know what it’s like to be passed over because of circumstances beyond your control. But that doesn’t excuse the way she spoke about you.”
“Hmm.” You hum to yourself. “Well.. let’s hope we can come to an understanding. It would be troublesome if she cropped up again when we went to see LESHY–and speaking of, my lady, where are we going now? How are we meant to get in contact with a God, exactly?”
