"Wrath," she repeated before giving a nod of acknowledgment. "Are you a musician?" He rather sounded like the sort who might play with a band like Black Sabbath or something of that ilk.
Then again it was rather doubtful he hailed from the 1970s too.
Lily looked back to her notes, jotting down an observation regarding the possibility of a code, or some sort of password before returning her sights to the beacon above.
"If it's something spoken then someone else might be able to open it, don't you think? Surely there must be something of a backup should the person who knows the words unexpectedly killed - it's a tremendous amount of power and rather ancient magic to trust in the good health of one individual."
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Then again it was rather doubtful he hailed from the 1970s too.
Lily looked back to her notes, jotting down an observation regarding the possibility of a code, or some sort of password before returning her sights to the beacon above.
"If it's something spoken then someone else might be able to open it, don't you think? Surely there must be something of a backup should the person who knows the words unexpectedly killed - it's a tremendous amount of power and rather ancient magic to trust in the good health of one individual."