They're already reaching for more. Their hand is hidden, so they can't point or write; they lift their head to point straight upward, holding until it strains their neck. Upward, almost directly.
They...are less certain of the next items. When they began in earnest, the Holllow Knight went through the categories of what the Relic Seeker appeared to have the most interest in. The massive pile of Journals by the door, the awards with unusual etchings to communicate their purpose, directly giving them ink to write-- they took, simply, items with writing.
Most silk scrolls are terribly damaged by the rain and dampness, they discovered quickly, but the Pleasure House held the highest luxury, and withstood the fall better than other buildings.
They found four. For the first, they did not read past the first few lines, detailing a noble considering devouring a fellow locked in with him, comparing himself to the horrid beasts of Deepnest. Another is a list of rules relating to the Hot Spring within, and the last two are odd rhymes penned by the Marissa whose poster was nearly the first thing they saw. (They nearly took it. They aren't sure why they did not. They stop thinking about it at all.)
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They...are less certain of the next items. When they began in earnest, the Holllow Knight went through the categories of what the Relic Seeker appeared to have the most interest in. The massive pile of Journals by the door, the awards with unusual etchings to communicate their purpose, directly giving them ink to write-- they took, simply, items with writing.
Most silk scrolls are terribly damaged by the rain and dampness, they discovered quickly, but the Pleasure House held the highest luxury, and withstood the fall better than other buildings.
They found four. For the first, they did not read past the first few lines, detailing a noble considering devouring a fellow locked in with him, comparing himself to the horrid beasts of Deepnest. Another is a list of rules relating to the Hot Spring within, and the last two are odd rhymes penned by the Marissa whose poster was nearly the first thing they saw. (They nearly took it. They aren't sure why they did not. They stop thinking about it at all.)