[Well, he didn’t ask for water, but he’ll gladly accept a glass of it. He smiles, and takes the glass in hand - a hand made entirely of the same crystal he has on his face.]
Thank you.
That forest is much like one known as the Forest of the Lost Shepherd, which lies close to a lake known as the Source. They bear enough differences to mark them as separate, but enough similarities to look as though they were... copied, somehow. My city, the Crystarium, lies in the same region of Lakeland, so such a landscape is very much familiar.
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[Well, he didn’t ask for water, but he’ll gladly accept a glass of it. He smiles, and takes the glass in hand - a hand made entirely of the same crystal he has on his face.]
Thank you.
That forest is much like one known as the Forest of the Lost Shepherd, which lies close to a lake known as the Source. They bear enough differences to mark them as separate, but enough similarities to look as though they were... copied, somehow. My city, the Crystarium, lies in the same region of Lakeland, so such a landscape is very much familiar.