Spark to the Flame - An MtG Game (IC)

[Jangoose]

Wary of a potential ambush, Liandra eyes the surroundings as she speaks to the wounded man, but she sees nothing out of the ordinary.

Och aye, that's whit they said innit. Friends, they said, fellow researchers, curious travelers.

He seems to pause as if anticipating your attack, then sighs and lets go of the knife. Whether convinced of your good intentions or his own death is unclear. Dawn-fang uses the opportunity to whisper a quick prayer, and the man shudders as the magic washes over him.

Ah tauld Markham. Ah didne loich th' look a them. They waur too organized, too intent oan somethin'.

Plottin' blasted cultists! They brooght only death an' destruction. Mah friends, mah colleagues, mah life's work. Awl gone in a mess a blood an' darkness.

If'n ye arenae cultists, 'en who ar ye? When they turned oan us, one a their magi destroyed th' keystone an' sealed th' mines. Ye cannae be from the surface.