"Live here in peace," they first declare. Words they use by default, yet potentially most important; they don't know what era of godly war he may have come from. (His memories were perhaps skimmed more than read.)
They circle Sweetheart and their Temple, absently observing the people singing and chanting worship in their name between its spokes. There are less than there once needed to be, and a majority are children that are too old for the creche but too young for keeping the Villages functional. They take a moment to conjure some a rain of food for one, all dropping in a pile with a life-giving hiss and scurrying and no few childrens' giggles.
Monzun does not yet know what brought Rezo Greywords and not any other within their reach, though it may be mere coincidence. Still, information gathering is always for the better, along with knowing where to place him. "Tell me of the Land you came from and your role there."
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They circle Sweetheart and their Temple, absently observing the people singing and chanting worship in their name between its spokes. There are less than there once needed to be, and a majority are children that are too old for the creche but too young for keeping the Villages functional. They take a moment to conjure some a rain of food for one, all dropping in a pile with a life-giving hiss and scurrying and no few childrens' giggles.
Monzun does not yet know what brought Rezo Greywords and not any other within their reach, though it may be mere coincidence. Still, information gathering is always for the better, along with knowing where to place him. "Tell me of the Land you came from and your role there."