“I don’t go into Verdane often, but from the highest parts of Nordion territory you can see the lake. You hear a lot of stories about spirits that roam through Verdane. I met a lad that swears a beautiful woman emerged from the lake and asked him if he’d dropped a pair of axes, then swung at him with them when he lied and said he had.” She laughs. “I think he should lay off the beer.”
Laylea offers up what at first seems to ‘just’ be quite a nice picture of a part of Judgral, one that would already have Panette fairly interested. But the tale she shares afterwards? It may be a mere story, but at the same time…
“That seems like the best course of action! Though, he says she just emerged from the lake you say? Perhaps it is random as to how she chooses to appear, but…” Panette starts muttering, her heart racing at the prospect of a way to encounter a proper spirit for once.
“You don’t suppose the monastary shall allow me to throw an axe into the lake just to see what would happen, do you?” She asks eagarly, in spite of the obviousness of the answer.
