Alalla gives no sign that she heard Halla's apology as she finishes cutting her bonds.
"Zenithral went with Erestor alone. You gave us little choice but to play along with him. Supposedly they are trying to save Zenithral's mother, but..." Al shrugs, her discomfort at the words on the walls, irritation at Halla, and fear for Zenithral all simmering together to create a burning anger in her gut. She clamps down on it, a reflex perfected over time, but it makes her words emotionless and flat.
"We came here looking for your corpse. Maybe we will bring his home instead."
Work done, she stands, not meeting Halla's eyes.
"What happened here..?" Alalla wonders aloud.
"Or is it happening?" She grips her glaive tightly, her eye tracing the frenzied words carved into the wood.
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