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Sophie would like it on the record that, when she accepted the job, she didn't know that the Librarian had to do so much bloody politics. She could be out healing the sick, like Natan in his day. She would love to be out healing the sick. Instead, she's in one of the innumerable studies of Hush House, searching for a book for Hokobald, even though she wishes dearly that she could toss him out on his shiny arse. She doesn't mind helping out Yvette, or Arun, or really most of the others. It's just Hokobald in particular who should really go fuck himself. But it is her duty to remain strictly neutral, and she takes that duty seriously. So she'll find his damned book, and watch like a hawk while he reads it. And should he happen to violate that neutrality himself, well, she might have a few things in her pockets to introduce him to. (Swaddled Thunder isn't casual to make, nor the Rubywise Ruin in case of violence. But she's made them enough to feel they're replaceable, at least.)
Sophie freezes for a moment–
(it's not as if she's a graverobber, they're not here by choice, and diplomatic truth-telling is usually a good first choice)
"–We are wanderers, here by magical accident, seeking neither desecration nor treasure but only escape. My humblest apologies for our trespass."
The voice is silent, for a few moments, the stone eyes focusing on the three of them.
"...I See. Two Angel-Daughters, From The Dragon Empires," it booms in their minds, looking at Ridaya and Luto, "And... You, Songbitten, Are Very Far From Home."
(It's loud, but it's not angry. It sounds curious, and tired.)
"...I am," she admits. "Not by choice. Perhaps to the good, regardless. My Library will gain many strange works, if nothing else."
(She wonders whether this entity's familiarity implies prior contact between her home and this world. Perhaps one of the Roost wintered here?)
The sarcophogus nods.
"Angel-Daughters, Songbitten, You Who Are Neither Thieves Nor Pilgrims... I Have A Request."
(Ridaya nods hesitantly, trying to keep her eyes from watering. It sounds so sad...)
"I Am - I Was Khetamun, The Second Starkeeper. My Request Is This: Travel To A Temple Of The Mother Of Souls. Speak My Name There."
The face on the sarcophogus looks so tired. "Set Me Free."