Felih likes to come back and visit the guild- after all, it's where his journey as an adventurer truly began, and if it weren't for the guild, he probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere near as far as he had. He wouldn't have accomplished anything. The familiar faces in the guild make him feel calmer.
But these days, he's realizing how much more he still has to learn, to accomplish, how weak and powerless he can still truly be.
He's tired and sleepless, thinner than he should be. He sets a heavy tome on Khamu'wo's desk, and he murmurs, uncharacteristically listless, "I- hello again. This- I borrowed this, thank you, but it didn't have what I needed. Are there perhaps other tomes here in the library that might... have more information on corrupt primal aether? How to purge it, or deflect it, or resist it..."
If there was something he could have done... well. It's too late now, but if he learns, he can stop it from ever happening again.
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But these days, he's realizing how much more he still has to learn, to accomplish, how weak and powerless he can still truly be.
He's tired and sleepless, thinner than he should be. He sets a heavy tome on Khamu'wo's desk, and he murmurs, uncharacteristically listless, "I- hello again. This- I borrowed this, thank you, but it didn't have what I needed. Are there perhaps other tomes here in the library that might... have more information on corrupt primal aether? How to purge it, or deflect it, or resist it..."
If there was something he could have done... well. It's too late now, but if he learns, he can stop it from ever happening again.