[ jayce's ears flag sideways on each side of his head once the skull faces forward; mostly to listen better, and to search through his memory bank on the last few blurring weeks that weren't muddled with the worst scenarios. pitch black gapes back at him until finally, something groans from it. whatever mouth or orifice of a mouth he has left croaks and dispells a flowing ribbon of saliva.
you came to my forge, he says, confirming that they actually have met, however brief. ]
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you came to my forge, he says, confirming that they actually have met, however brief. ]