Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"Just locals, far as I am aware. To be clear I'm more aware than random people but I have not yet stalked Pharasma to her house and loomed over her with a deicidal sharp object and demanded a full explanation, so I could be missing something."
"That's a good question, I'll have to consider expanding my stalking if I can't find any houses with her in them."
"That's my folks, yeah, is this really the time to have a sitdown about my mixed feelings about my folks? She outperformed her society a li'l bit, if that makes you feel better."
"I was actually expecting her to specifically be better about kids. My mom adopts dead kids in Limbo."
"Well, you know, infanticide isn't all that bad if there's someplace they go where somebody like that will adopt them. I'm mostly not upset on his behalf. He's probably fine."
"I don't think it's bizarre, the phenomenon at work could use any manner of weird parameter to decide how to manifest. It's also not very important that you're all tall, and yet."
"I didn't register a guess beforehand, which would have been more responsible, but I think I expect intuitively that in cases where there's a mix, if we find more of those, Maitimos and Curufinwës will match Fëanáros, Tyelcormos won't - that one surprised me a little so obviously my intuition isn't very reliable - Macalaurës will be male either way, Carnistirs and Ambarussa could go either way."