In fact, the Darkling never stops looking around. His gaze sliding over every detail. Taking it in, looking for the flow of power that must have moved through here. "Or do you mean them-" as he looks up at the harpies, their shrill laughs echoing across the barren fields, spiralling up against the dark night sky.
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In fact, the Darkling never stops looking around. His gaze sliding over every detail. Taking it in, looking for the flow of power that must have moved through here. "Or do you mean them-" as he looks up at the harpies, their shrill laughs echoing across the barren fields, spiralling up against the dark night sky.
"Excuse me?"