Jul 13
More olives are given. A whole jar of them.
Wh- oh-! I-... th... ank... you..?
*They manage to get out in their mashup of excitement and uncertainty, notably not noticing their hesitation in giving thanks to the anon.*
*Within moments, though, the half-kingdom vessel wanders off into the darkness of the Choral Chambers, not caring much about what may lurk within.*
*Oddly, though, all they leave is eerie, loud, horrified, terror filled screams of those caught in soul-bound thread.*