Since his early days in this strange, sand-flecked town, Palamedes has found an inexplicable sort of comfort in the graveyard. When he’s there, the headaches that sometimes plague him dissipate, and he finds that he can practice necromancy—for that is the name for his powers, he has realized—more easily here than elsewhere. And was it not some kind of sign that while storms and earthquakes tore Well asunder, this place remained calm?
Pal is often alone in the graveyard, and now, he doesn’t even notice that someone else is nearby. He sits cross-legged on the ground, leaning against a gravestone worn smooth, squinting down at a notebook in his lap when a sudden roar jolts him out of his reverie. He looks up in time to see two beasts meet mid-air. They grapple for a moment, and lay still—and only then does Palamedes realize that one of those beasts is a man.
Or something like it.
“…Well, that was impressive,” he manages after a few moments of admittedly stunned silence.
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Pal is often alone in the graveyard, and now, he doesn’t even notice that someone else is nearby. He sits cross-legged on the ground, leaning against a gravestone worn smooth, squinting down at a notebook in his lap when a sudden roar jolts him out of his reverie. He looks up in time to see two beasts meet mid-air. They grapple for a moment, and lay still—and only then does Palamedes realize that one of those beasts is a man.
Or something like it.
“…Well, that was impressive,” he manages after a few moments of admittedly stunned silence.