"As for me, I have no need to return until I find a way to bring the moon back with me. And now that this quest has found us, we shall see it through to the end."
Reaching down to his belt, August unwraps the glowing glass orb and holds it out to the mist.
"The town shows no lights, so they must fear what the light draws. In this mist, we shall never find what does not wish to be found; thus, let us have them find us."
Grasping the hand around his neck once more, August bends the fourth finger inward to join the others, and his skin seems to thicken slightly, acquiring a rough, barklike texture.