01-31-2018, 03:43 PM
The condolences washed over him without comment.
Plenty had asked about the tomb. About what had drawn them there. About how they had discovered what lay beneath the bones when a hundred years of tests wrote the site off as nothing. Plenty asked about the treasures within, and of those there had been plenty.
But no one had sought him out because of the beast that guarded the lake. Slain amidst the screaming ice, but not before spitting the venom that melted his eye.
He knew the story seeped into the ether; that wondrous and probably exaggerated stories circulated an approximation of the truth. There had been no body by the time Declan's colleagues claimed the site and began the laborious process of studying the antiquities within. There were no photos or video feeds proving the claims. But the whispers persisted all the same.
"No,"
he said simply. "But I didn't believe in Roopkund either."
Soren smiled, amused by the request and the melodrama of its proposal. By contrast of that darkness, the girl at his side looked like a scared little lamb. Children, both of them. But he'd disregarded Declain's enthusiasm at first too; had only agreed to tag along because it had been crucial at the time for him to push aside the seduction of Moscow's embrace. For that reason alone he didn't laugh. Perhaps he was simply in a magnanimous mood, but he indulged them. And he had seen those feeds.
"Prove it, then, Elias Donovan, and then explain why such an endeavour would be of benefit to me."
Plenty had asked about the tomb. About what had drawn them there. About how they had discovered what lay beneath the bones when a hundred years of tests wrote the site off as nothing. Plenty asked about the treasures within, and of those there had been plenty.
But no one had sought him out because of the beast that guarded the lake. Slain amidst the screaming ice, but not before spitting the venom that melted his eye.
He knew the story seeped into the ether; that wondrous and probably exaggerated stories circulated an approximation of the truth. There had been no body by the time Declan's colleagues claimed the site and began the laborious process of studying the antiquities within. There were no photos or video feeds proving the claims. But the whispers persisted all the same.
"No,"
he said simply. "But I didn't believe in Roopkund either."
Soren smiled, amused by the request and the melodrama of its proposal. By contrast of that darkness, the girl at his side looked like a scared little lamb. Children, both of them. But he'd disregarded Declain's enthusiasm at first too; had only agreed to tag along because it had been crucial at the time for him to push aside the seduction of Moscow's embrace. For that reason alone he didn't laugh. Perhaps he was simply in a magnanimous mood, but he indulged them. And he had seen those feeds.
"Prove it, then, Elias Donovan, and then explain why such an endeavour would be of benefit to me."
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