Re: IC7-36
At Floradine's words the druidess' looks up from examining the cracked jar her face a mask of guilt. A wane smile crosses her lips as she stares at the Knight, conspicously quiet, before her gaze drops away and shifts to Rathyl.
"One of many prophecies that are part and parcel of the Xren Codex and the Allevian Annals." she says in a weary tone, "Or perhaps it was one of the hieroglyphic prophecies written on this temple's very walls. I can't really recall. I've seen and learnt so much in this past year its hard to place it all sometimes."
Giving a small sigh she turns back to examining the canopic jar, shaking and tapping at it so that some of the blue liquid within spills out onto the stump of her arm.
"I think the answer to the last riddle is the Sun and Moon. They are brothers within the sky, forever full, despite how we might see them. However, I've never been good with riddles, so I may be wrong."
"Garanon." she continues suddenly changing subject, though she does not look up from the Jar, "I think you should hurry with obtaining the Artefact. It would seem that Shanjalae senses Bezbelath's approach. I would much rather face an erupting volanco than him, from what I've heard."