Age before beauty? Wrathion studies Clara, a smile twitching idly.
"I suspect that would be you first, actually."
Not that he's going to force the matter. He begins picking his way down the stairwell, testing each step as they go, and studying the surroundings with a frown of concentration.
"From what we have been told, it's expected something will happen to this village that changes things here. Time magic, presumably pulling it back in time to before all of this. The beacon is seemingly not functioning currently, depleted or damaged by the flooding. That means I may be unable to sense it."
Which just leaves searching the long way around. He frowns in thought.
"So, where would we keep a beacon? It's an artefact, not unique but not common place. Likely not in a kitchen or common area. Perhaps a display cabinet, in a collection? A room dedicated to trophies and collectables?"
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"I suspect that would be you first, actually."
Not that he's going to force the matter. He begins picking his way down the stairwell, testing each step as they go, and studying the surroundings with a frown of concentration.
"From what we have been told, it's expected something will happen to this village that changes things here. Time magic, presumably pulling it back in time to before all of this. The beacon is seemingly not functioning currently, depleted or damaged by the flooding. That means I may be unable to sense it."
Which just leaves searching the long way around. He frowns in thought.
"So, where would we keep a beacon? It's an artefact, not unique but not common place. Likely not in a kitchen or common area. Perhaps a display cabinet, in a collection? A room dedicated to trophies and collectables?"