[The deerfolk aren't uncooperative, really. Just clueless. Any and all speculation on the part of the public regarding recent events seems to circle around to their apparently missing goddess. So it's only a matter of time before Jason comes around to check out the the obsidian halls of the temple.
Pretty impressive. But mostly more of the same from stakeout standpoint. Until he catches wind of a hushed argument happening in a quiet corridor. One of the priests, and a hooded figure about the right size to be another one of the nalawi.
Whatever they're discussing, it's looking a little more urgent than the usual lamentations. But he's too far away to make out the specifics. (Turns out reading deer-lips is a lot harder than you'd think. If that kind of thing even works through the translation voodoo that goes on.)
As soon as he can do it without being seen, he ducks behind a basin of colorful offerings so the two can continue their talk in "privacy." Now to figure out how to get a little closer.]
as promised, finally.
Pretty impressive. But mostly more of the same from stakeout standpoint. Until he catches wind of a hushed argument happening in a quiet corridor. One of the priests, and a hooded figure about the right size to be another one of the nalawi.
Whatever they're discussing, it's looking a little more urgent than the usual lamentations. But he's too far away to make out the specifics. (Turns out reading deer-lips is a lot harder than you'd think. If that kind of thing even works through the translation voodoo that goes on.)
As soon as he can do it without being seen, he ducks behind a basin of colorful offerings so the two can continue their talk in "privacy." Now to figure out how to get a little closer.]