[ He sees it, as soon as Ashraf points it out. The silence here is stifling, as though the clutter itself suffuses, suffocates the atmosphere. He feels the weight of memory in all this debris as they walk through, and he imagines what once was. He murmurs as they look through the largely empty and incomprehensibly filthy rooms, his voice soft. ]
Ah. I ought to have known.
[ He spots an intact door--strangely free of stains, either from water or age. ]
The academies of Silvermoon looked much the same after their devastation.
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Ah. I ought to have known.
[ He spots an intact door--strangely free of stains, either from water or age. ]
The academies of Silvermoon looked much the same after their devastation.
[ He pushes the door open ... what's in here? ]