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Liem Talbott
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Liem's mindscape is dark; quiet; contemplative. Any feelings or sensations that Liem doesn't intentionally project himself seem distant, as though echoing from a far-off room. Following any given sense to its source is bafflingly difficult.
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Very well.
[That is how she will prepare, then.]
I am in Alenroux. At the...
[She pauses, trying to make herself say the words that are so... alien. Ones she'd never thought she'd say, nor deserved to say, and it's just-]
At the house.
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I will find you, then.
[He has some preparations of his own to do, if they are to go into the Beyond — particularly if there is even the slightest chance that someone or something capable of killing a god could be hanging around. But, as swiftly as is reasonably possible, Liem arrives at the cornerstone that he had placed weeks earlier, imagining that it might one day be the centre of a thriving little village of its own. He is armed and dressed for ranging about the wilderness, although he was being truthful when he said they shouldn’t need to do much trekking at all. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared.]
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[A statement, but in her culture it functions as both thanks and gratitude. Just as swiftly, she prepares her bow and naginata, supplies and the light leather armor she had invested in, and when Liem arrives... She is there at the cornerstone to greet him. It is still too strange, the idea of... waiting at the house? Answering a door? Perhaps it will eventually become... believable.
But first, they go to the Beyond. They go to a shrine to a foreign war god.
... One that will prove to have no trace of him.]