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I’m sure this will fetch a fortune like you say. But how do you plan on moving it? We wasted our last grav-pots because you thought that large rock was “definitely a Walker knuckle, a big one!”
The Great Tree gives us water, it gives us air, food and light. It keeps us safe from the Abyss that threatens to snuff out our little flame, drifting out here in the Starsea
There’s been mutterings down here, movement in the currents. Are we ready to talk terms?
Listen closely and you’ll hear its breathing, matching the sea’s perpetual keening