[She'll hear no argument from him; though there had been nothing more overt than Mystra's symbol to taunt him in that place, her voice— as well as his own— still rings in his ears, the scene those very words had been stolen from still fresh in his memory even after more than a year in his self-imposed confinement.
He is glad to move on, though he finds himself concerned that Amelia might find herself faced with something equally unpleasant.
When they come across the grove, it is the roses that make him think they must have found the place, given the one that had been included in the message, and his gaze narrows as he surveys the area, even before Amelia asks.]
Not as of— wait.
[He spots it: there, difficult to see among the roses that now tower above them, there's one that's smaller and markedly different, made up of light that stands out against the bold crimson of the rest once it's been seen. He gestures ahead before he starts forward at an even pace.]
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[She'll hear no argument from him; though there had been nothing more overt than Mystra's symbol to taunt him in that place, her voice— as well as his own— still rings in his ears, the scene those very words had been stolen from still fresh in his memory even after more than a year in his self-imposed confinement.
He is glad to move on, though he finds himself concerned that Amelia might find herself faced with something equally unpleasant.
When they come across the grove, it is the roses that make him think they must have found the place, given the one that had been included in the message, and his gaze narrows as he surveys the area, even before Amelia asks.]
Not as of— wait.
[He spots it: there, difficult to see among the roses that now tower above them, there's one that's smaller and markedly different, made up of light that stands out against the bold crimson of the rest once it's been seen. He gestures ahead before he starts forward at an even pace.]
Just there, tucked away past that rosebush.