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Mist shifted between mossy ruins and overgrown valleys. Vapour gathered on leaves and blades of grass, dewdrops that fell like rain onto the ground. Ozen sat by a small fire, crouched under an overhanging cove of fossilized branches. Water dripped from the rim of her hat. Moisture seeped into the fabric of her cloak. Her armor gleamed, but she spared no complaint for the humidity, instead focused on poking at the giant chunks of meat sizzling on a potable grill propped over the fire.
Beside her was a large bag, stuffed with cured meats and dried fruits and jars of exotic spices. Hanging from it were pots and pans and other tools, dangling like ornaments. Behind her, pushed deeper into the cove, was a giant cube covered with tarp and wrapped in ropes. The Unmovable Lord was in the midst of her Last Dive. After nearly a century of living amongst humanity, she finally decided the time has come for her to journey into the deep.
She had fulfilled her promise to Lyza, and now, she sought to reunite with that very person, though the prospect of seeing those two brats again dampened her mood just a little.
Who knows – maybe they didn’t survive the trip after all.
The fire burst as fat dripped from the grill. Deeming the meat ready for consumption, Ozen took out a fork, and stabbed one of the pieces. Just as she was about to put it into her mouth, her ears caught a quiet rustling just beyond her field of vision. She paused, and looked out at the opening of the cove, a hand scooping a pile of dirt to snuff out the fire.
She waited, motionless, for whatever creature that had made the noise to come out.