Anders reads from the book, casting happy, knowing glances at his kids. "Primal class comprises the elements: fire, ice, lightning, earth. It is the class that causes the most destruction."
“This is why finding our past is so important. This is why history is important. We have to preserve what little we have left.”
Merrill wipes her eyes, and takes her staff back. “All right. The faster we do this, the quicker the clan is safe.”
“No. We have good warriors here.”
Merrill looks at each of her friends, and smiles.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Merrill’s smile is watery, but there.
She leads the way further down.
"She'd tell us off. I hate it when she starts scolding me. She inherited Ma's mannerisms that's for sure!"
Henri wraps his arm around her shoulders again. "Talia's pretty good at letting you know. The worst you're likely to manage is scaring her and she'll tell you off and then hug you within an inch of your life."
"It's just- you matter so much to me, you all have become like my second family. I would've been lost without you all."
"Family argues, you've seen me and Carver. But we don't stop loving each other, and it doesn't mean you don't still have a place with us."
Merrill pauses just outside the mouth of the cavern, and looks back at everyone. "They're ancient constructs. We don't know how or why they form, except that they guard ancient elvhen places. If it's angry- I don't think it can be reasoned with."
"Alright, Rae, Cia, Merrill, Blaise, stay up high, you're our support and ranged. Ilska, I guess you and me are doing the heavy lifting today."
Raeli nods, readying her bow.
The varterral is crouched over the entrance to deeper ruins, the writing around the entrance so badly damaged.
Like a shuddering spider, it stomps towards them.