[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

The sociologist hesitate for a brief moment, before asking them: "......Is there anything I could do to free you from such an ornous burden, and help you move on? Or at least provide you some form of comfort as you travel these tunnels, if I or the others of my group can't help."

"Ventus...normally my men and I are slain whenever the Sableye find us. We die our gruesome deaths over and over. Disemboweled by shadows. Our bones gnawed by sharp teeth. Our bodies wasting away, dwindling, and starvation taking us even as our flesh fills the Sableye. 

You have provided more comfort this day than we could ever wish for. It is enough."


His brother pipes up. "There ain't nothing to be done for us specters. We know we shall wander these tunnels, until the world changes. Excerskisms, in-scents, true names, they ain't every worked and they never shall. We thank you for offering, though."