The man introduces himself as Swims-in-Shadows as you are trying and failing to hide behind your much smaller companions as you’re led into the stronghold of the Wood Shrine’s city. He’s—much more delighted to see you than the woman who called herself Snake Eater, and you’re surprised he’s interested in you at all.
Though, it seems more like he’s interested in your relation to the rest of your party: “And you! How did you come to be traveling in the company of the Solar Exalted? There must be a story to it.”
You realize that you have, in fact, managed to pretend your way into being a mortal well enough to be mistaken for one, which is wild, and you demur: “Well, Lark and I grew up together, so I’d follow her anywhere…”
Honestly, though, you’re a little nervous of the attention, especially among so many strangers and even more so very dangerous strangers. The shrine-city is built high into the trees, and all over there are… cages, and pens, where the conquering lord of this place has imprisoned both the former inhabitants and any further prisoners of war they acquire.
He catches your unease. “Not to worry, friend—what was your name?”
“Er—Rain is fine.”
“Not to worry, then, Rain. Oroonoko is a friend to us,” he says, referring to your green-haired dragon blooded compatriot, “and Sha’a Oka will give your lieges the hearing that is theirs by right. And of course, you’ll be fed, and you can tell of all your adventures!”
Oh no. Oh no, this is even worse than you thought.Notable:
There's a lot going on here???
Oroonoko and Snake Eater both appeared in memory 13, and Oroonoko's been mentioned a few times before. This in fact seems to take place shortly after memory 13.
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Though, it seems more like he’s interested in your relation to the rest of your party: “And you! How did you come to be traveling in the company of the Solar Exalted? There must be a story to it.”
You realize that you have, in fact, managed to pretend your way into being a mortal well enough to be mistaken for one, which is wild, and you demur: “Well, Lark and I grew up together, so I’d follow her anywhere…”
Honestly, though, you’re a little nervous of the attention, especially among so many strangers and even more so very dangerous strangers. The shrine-city is built high into the trees, and all over there are… cages, and pens, where the conquering lord of this place has imprisoned both the former inhabitants and any further prisoners of war they acquire.
He catches your unease. “Not to worry, friend—what was your name?”
“Er—Rain is fine.”
“Not to worry, then, Rain. Oroonoko is a friend to us,” he says, referring to your green-haired dragon blooded compatriot, “and Sha’a Oka will give your lieges the hearing that is theirs by right. And of course, you’ll be fed, and you can tell of all your adventures!”
Oh no. Oh no, this is even worse than you thought.
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