¬ Fashire
Every wall within the castles structures were meant to be properly soundproof… unless one had particularly keen hearing.
Hildegard moved immediately. A low hum resonated through the walls as the laboratory's wards engaged. Silence, privacy, protection from prying ears. Especially that of the castle's guards.
"I need information about the Deceased Lands," I said. "Everything you can spare. Specifically, if any beings originated from that place."
Silence.
Effer's gloved fingers tightened around the head of her cane. "That is not a question one asks lightly."
"I am not asking lightly."
She paused before speaking, "We have no confirmed records of sentient life originating from within the Deceased Lands, Fashire. The outskirts are toxic enough. No expedition has returned from deeper. But we do have theories from transcribed texts and metaphors from the border region, and that was over a thousand years ago."
