The voice that cuts in is unfamiliar, and from one of the ledges of a former garden wall that surrounded the temple, the sphinx emerges, eyeing the two arrivals with skepticism and concern. Though unseen during their first visit, she'd overheard their plans - and while she felt she had no right to interfere, there was no chance she wouldn't be present.
There was no reason to trust them, equally as there was none for distrust; should their intentions turn out for the worst, however, she wouldn't let anything happen to those old bones.
Despite the hostility of the defensive thoughts, though, there's an anxiousness to her demeanor as she draws closer. She hesitates before she speaks, struggling with her words - and when she finally does, it's almost difficult to hear over the chattering of jungle-beasts.
"There have been... funerals here, before. The stone for the pyre is in the gardens. ...His name was--- Osmund."
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The voice that cuts in is unfamiliar, and from one of the ledges of a former garden wall that surrounded the temple, the sphinx emerges, eyeing the two arrivals with skepticism and concern. Though unseen during their first visit, she'd overheard their plans - and while she felt she had no right to interfere, there was no chance she wouldn't be present.
There was no reason to trust them, equally as there was none for distrust; should their intentions turn out for the worst, however, she wouldn't let anything happen to those old bones.
Despite the hostility of the defensive thoughts, though, there's an anxiousness to her demeanor as she draws closer. She hesitates before she speaks, struggling with her words - and when she finally does, it's almost difficult to hear over the chattering of jungle-beasts.
"There have been... funerals here, before. The stone for the pyre is in the gardens. ...His name was--- Osmund."