Dec 15, 2016 12:57 am
Reading the scroll comes natural to you, as you pick out the words flawlessly one after the other. The scroll's writing starts to glow brightly as Béke reads off it. Finishing, the glowing dulls as the words fade and the scroll crumbles to dust. The cave is eerily silent now, no humming from the hammer, no distant waterfall or river flow, you try to talk but you hear nothing.