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[beshackled]

"This is Erichthonios. Apologies if I have missed your transmission. Should you feel inclined, pray leave a message, and I shall be sure to return word to you."

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Action; backdated to earlier in the month

[emet_sulk]

[ Difficult conversations needed to be had. Emet-Selch hadn't anticipated Lahabrea's son to be inquisitive enough to ask him what he had meant by discarding mortal flesh. In fairness, he could have skirted the truth as well. He didn't have to be brutally honest. But is keeping such a secret hidden to the boy's benefit? He doesn't know.

And that's why they're here, at this tavern, in one of the private rooms as promised. After the server delivers their drinks and food - if any - Emet-Selch waits for the door to shut and weaves a soundproof ward over the room. ]

...I'm sure you have questions. Speak.

[ He will take a sip of wine then start eating. ]

[beshackled]

[To the point. And eager as Erichthonios is for answers, he is as well.]

I wish to know what Hydaelyn is. And why it attacked us. You said... You said you, and my father, and Themis were the only ones to avoid its strike. Is...

[Is it so powerful? The dread inside him sinks deep, pulling his thoughts down, and down, like gazing into a yawning abyss.

His food remains untouched.]

...How many did it kill?