[He quickly falls into step with D, his gaze lingering upon the canopy above. While he's almost certain the harpies won't attack them, Augustine is hesitant to leave that to chance. He's quite aware of how dangerous they are thanks to past experience, most of which transpired in his realm. His dislike for these fiends is why the city of Hawthorne was always harpy-free.]
Well, of course not. These overgrown pigeons would've said so by now.
[A sigh escapes him as he glances towards the hunter. D is an enigma to him, a daunting one at that. Yet in the same breath, oddly familiar. Nevertheless, he's grateful for the hunter's presence. Venturing out here into the unknowns was a foolish idea but then again, Augustine honestly wanted an excuse to visit Serene. After all, it's the only part of Stygia that reminds him of home.]
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[He quickly falls into step with D, his gaze lingering upon the canopy above. While he's almost certain the harpies won't attack them, Augustine is hesitant to leave that to chance. He's quite aware of how dangerous they are thanks to past experience, most of which transpired in his realm. His dislike for these fiends is why the city of Hawthorne was always harpy-free.]
Well, of course not. These overgrown pigeons would've said so by now.
[A sigh escapes him as he glances towards the hunter. D is an enigma to him, a daunting one at that. Yet in the same breath, oddly familiar. Nevertheless, he's grateful for the hunter's presence. Venturing out here into the unknowns was a foolish idea but then again, Augustine honestly wanted an excuse to visit Serene. After all, it's the only part of Stygia that reminds him of home.]
That begs the question then, who stole it?