The weavings of existence within THE Krazhor-Nul were not easily discernible.
Yet Noah kept an eye on his continuing changes as the ambient wealth of this ancient place ticked steadily into him, his existence buzzing with wonder as he turned towards a stern Ryaenara!
The exquisite figure of THE Mirthful Antiquity had gone stern in a way he had rarely seen from her as her hands were already moving, waving through the heavy air as strands of her boundless power spread out to cover everyone present, settling over them in radiant fine layers as she was veiling them!
She was not doing this casually either, but with the thorough and hurried care of someone wrapping priceless treasures before a calamitous storm arrived.
"THE Krazhor-Nul is a place I have only ever heard of. And what I heard was enough to never come looking."
She kept weaving as she spoke, the words flowing out fast as her vibrant eyes shone with graveness!
