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- As if drawing a curtain of water and light, the form of the Empyreal Goddess recedes into starlit
- mists, vanishing from the Basin of Life.
- You reach out and touch a bright crimson star lotus.
- Your hand alights upon a bright crimson star lotus, scattering light from its sanguine petals.
- Waves of exhaustion wash over you, only to cling greedily to your limbs and mind. Even so, a
- peculiar sense of alertness fills you, followed by unwavering focus.
- As the lotus recedes from your fingertips, another emotion fills you -- an ache of anger and self
- -loathing, so overpowering it almost throws you to your knees in despair. You try. And you try. But
- it is never enough. Will it ever be enough?
- The titanic kephera's knees buckle, sending Avaris staggering for a moment before
- he slams his foot into the earth with such force that it shudders, talons stabbing into the ground
- for purchase. Red light flares with an intensity blinding enough to rival the dawn as his fists -
- all but the one holding the lotus - clench into brutal bludgeons of barbed gold, which quiver with
- emotion.
- You think to yourself: Rage, so incandescent that is almost drowns out all else. How dare They make
- Her feel this way! Beneath the blinding, seething storm of bladed light, the source of it all -
- Concern for Her, an intense, pervasive ache all of its own.
- Holding the lotus carefully, so that he does not brush its petals, Avaris's hand
- wavers as it drifts to the ampoule that rests at his hip, hesitation.
- Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you
- pray devoutly to Lantra, the Empyreal, "[There are no words to this contact, no voice in his prayer.
- Rather, he channels an overwhelmingly powerful urge to protect into a peculiar sensation, as a
- fortress seeking to place itself about You - All deadly, furious blades of light on the outside, but
- within it is all gentle golden feathers, a warded sanctum of fierce love and approval. Wordless
- encouragement flows from him in a steady current, drawn from a well that seems without end, a stream
- of light that strives to soothe, to salve, even as the distant, desperate need to destroy all that
- aggrieves You calls to him.]".
- Faint, flickering motes of light glimmer around you, their halting movements seemingly listless as
- they evoke the vision of the Grotto of the White in the mist before evaporating into nothingness.
- Immediately, Avaris turns and strides off, leaving the ruined earth in his wake.
- The Grotto of the White.
- Captured rays of light reflect off the sparkling waters of the Grotto of the White, enhanced by the
- glittering limestone that surrounds the narrow, underwater cave. Reminiscent of starlight, these
- twinkling motes bob and twirl against the surface of the walls, then dance across the still pool
- that fills most of this cavern, winking in and out to allow only brief glimpses of this mystical,
- sacred place. As if seeking to further obscure the crystalline waters, a rolling blanket of mist
- shrouds much of the pool from view to linger here in a dewy, glistening mantle of white. Murmurs of
- distant feminine voices echo here, muted by the sound of trickling water; though their cadence is
- soothing, it leaves a disquieting sense of being watched and observed as if by the waters
- themselves. Boundlessly flowing with light, a luminous pool of healing waters radiates a celestial
- glow here.
- You see a single exit leading north.
- Misty white light drifts across the surface of a luminous pool as a calm, feminine voice ripples
- forth from the mystical waters, "Avaris."
- Unusually, Avaris does not immediately sink to a knee. Instead, the huge kephera
- stands, hands at his sides, their fingers moving in constant, pointless motions upon his thighs. The
- chorus of his voice is gentle and calm, deliberately infused with a warmth that is belied by his
- obvious concern. "My Lady."
- There is a peculiar heaviness to the darkness of the Grotto as the lights dim, winking in and out of
- existence in glimmers of pale, listless light. Though the presence of the Empyreal Goddess radiates
- from the Grotto in gentle waves, naught but silence ripples forth. Exhaustion soundlessly emanates
- from its misty surface.
- You think to yourself: For all the care he takes to suppress his thoughts, the sheer intensity of
- his worry emanates from him like muffled sound heard through a thick, stone wall.
- Misty white light drifts across the surface of a luminous pool as a calm, feminine voice ripples
- forth from the mystical waters, "You wish to speak, do you not?"
- Extending his right hand, Avaris's posture does not grow rigid with resolution, but
- rather the lines of his form loosen in a deliberate effort to diminish the tension he exudes. "No,
- my Lady. I wish to do as You have done for so many others, for so long. I would give what solace I
- can to You. However You will accept it." He gestures at himself with his outstretched hand, curling
- in at the wrist. "Take power from me, if it will help You. I can simply sit in silence with You. I
- can..." He falters, the fingers of his hand curling in - not to form a fist, but in the motion of
- one holding another's. "Whatever You need. I am here for You."
- The rolling blanket of mist that rests upon the the grotto's pool drifts with pensive thought,
- considering, as the sound of trickling water fills the emptiness. "I do not know what there is to
- say," the calm, feminine voice says at last, as if at a loss. "If you wish to accept My silence, you
- may. And if you wish to fill it, I will not stop you. Indeed, distraction may be preferable."
- The cruel points of Avaris's clawed digits shift back and forth in minute motions,
- as if seeking to grasp something that is not there. A slow breath hisses softly from the
- indiscernible seams of his faceplate as he considers the Goddess' response, the broad lines of his
- antennae writhing like angry serpents. Slowly, he lowers himself to the ground at the lip of the
- pool, his left leg drawn out, while the other lies straight before him. Withdrawing his hand, he
- places it upon the ground to his right, asking, "Will You sit with me, Lady? Only if manifesting
- will not tire You further. I am content as we are, if it will drain You."
- Your invitation echoes for awhile in the cavern, rippling in a watery echo that stretches across the
- limestone walls again and again as the water hushes and stills. A soothing wind manifests as if from
- nowhere at all, stirring the peaceful waters so that they move and shift, until at last a hazy
- figure veiled in starlight coalesces at its centre, drifting by your side.
- Hesitantly, with the almost painful tentativeness of one moving closer to a
- skittish, wounded animal, Avaris extends a single, immense wing out in an arc far behind a veiled
- figure shrouded in starlight, where it hovers, uncertain. The luminous, stylised eyes look upon a
- veiled figure shrouded in starlight with open concern, as the kephera asks, respect warring with
- worry in his resonating words, "I know that You...You do not enjoy touch, but...Would it make You
- uncomfortable if I brought my wing nearer to You? I will not make contact, Lady, I promise."
- Strangely, the mists that linger around a veiled figure shrouded in starlight appear thin as stands
- of starlit gossamer, weaving about the Goddess's figure like countless, drifting veils of white
- gently stirred by an unseen wind. She says nothing, for a time, the only sense that She has heard
- you at all denoted by the pensive motes of light that spill forth from the star lotus in Her hands.
- "Do as you will," finally, is Her answer.
- The gently effulgent span of aureate feathers shivers in place, as if torn by
- indecision, for a span of time that stretches on for several of Avaris's slow breaths. Eventually,
- his shoulders sagging faintly, he withdraws the wing entirely, folding it back into place. Resting
- the backs of his hands upon his outstretched leg, the kephera's eternally impassive features stare
- down at the hard, polished chitin of his palms. "You are loved, Lady. We adore You, endlessly, and
- see You for the wonder that You are." The curved blades of his thumbs rub against the unyielding
- carapace of his index fingers in a quiet, metallic keening as he speaks, the harmony of his voice
- tired, soft. "They cannot appreciate You as You deserve. But that does not matter. We will love You
- all the more for it, to make up the lack."
- "I do not mourn for what others think of Me," a veiled figure shrouded in starlight says suddenly,
- the words firm even as they are soft as a whisper. "I have long accepted that perception and reality
- are not one and the same. That the path of righteousness is not always perceived as such, nor is
- evil always witnessed for the cruelty it is. Li-varili's choice to return to the side of..." The
- Traitor's name hovers, unspoken, in the air before being released as a wordless sigh. "I do not know
- what I could have done differently. There is nothing I would have done, that I did not already do.
- It appears no matter the course I take, Fortitude in the face of futility is the lesson the Fates
- wish to teach Me."
- Like the gradual unfurling of a flower in reverse, Avaris's golden fingers curl
- inward to form two pairs of fists, though they do not quiver with suppressed fury, instead resting
- upon his lap like misshapen petals upon placid waters. Voice firm, almost fierce in its insistence,
- he says, "It is ~not~ futile. Every act You take sends ripples out. You inspire so many. You are a
- beacon in the darkness, no matter how easy it would be to give up. I know that You are hurting, that
- You..." He lifts his upper right hand, fingers flexing into stiffened claws that he drags down over
- his heart in a brief squeal of tortured, metallic sound. "Do this to Yourself, in many ways. The
- world is unkind enough to You, my Lady. Please do not be so cruel to Yourself, as well. You deserve
- kindness."
- It is, perhaps, the fierceness inherent in your words that causes a veiled figure shrouded in
- starlight to turn towards you, considering you thoughtfully beyond the misty veil that shrouds most
- of Her face from view. Her stillness is a stark contrast to your fists and posture, almost
- statuesque as She kneels before the pool of water, bearing the star lotus in Her hands as if in
- offering. "Am I cruel to Myself?" the Goddess repeats, Her intonation so even that its true
- intention is difficult to ascertain.
- Rather than answer immediately, Avaris moves his lower left hand to a small, sturdy
- pouch that rests upon his hip, beside the constant presence of his ampoule. With the reverence of a
- priest withdrawing an artifact of utmost holiness from its reliquary, he gently takes the crimson
- star lotus from within, holding it within the cradling bowl of his cupped hand. He lifts it, in a
- distorted reflection of a veiled figure shrouded in starlight's own gesture, and finally turns his
- emotionless face to a veiled figure shrouded in starlight. In a soft, humming lament of sorrowful
- melody, he answers, "There is none crueler to You, I think."
- Your answer hangs heavy in the silence as a veiled figure shrouded in starlight turns Her gaze once
- more forward, the flickering light of the star lotus in Her palms bathing Her in its soft,
- immaculate glow. Her silhouette blurs as She listens, the motion like that of a single hand
- disturbing a peaceful lake of water as She shifts and reforms, Her form maintained beneath the Her
- sidereal mantle that billows about Her with an almost protective grasp. "I wonder at what Wisdom has
- led you to such a conclusion," the Goddess says mildly. "Let Us say this is so. I have existed for
- thousands of years, Avaris, such as I am. I do not suppose a single discussion as this would shift
- Me from what Dynara intended Me to be."
- The countless lines and points of light that form the constellation of Avaris's
- glowing eyes watch the weary Goddess' reaction with an intense keenness of focus, as if not daring
- to miss even the slightest hint as to what might be felt. Carefully, he lowers the sanguine star
- lotus to his lap, where it is received by the conjoined plates of his hands, as if placing it upon a
- gilded altar. The bladed curved of his crest are brushed with the faint light of his wings as he
- turns the azure gaze of his natural eyes down to the crimson flower, antennae curving forward in a
- slight frown. There is more than a touch of stubbornness in his reply, the hint of the obdurate
- nature of his will glimpsed like the tip of an immense iceberg, the true extent of it obscured by
- the depths. "Then we will have as many conversations as it takes. I will not rest until You are kind
- to Yourself, my Lady. I will do whatever I must to pull free the barbs that You have placed within
- Your heart."
- "Is that how you look upon Me?" a veiled figure shrouded in starlight asks, Her voice lilting with
- something like faint amusement. "An immovable glacier that must be thawed, lest I remain as cold and
- embittered as the Lady of the Ice Plains?" The pledge itself is nonetheless heeded, carefully turned
- over as starry motes of light wink into existence around the Goddess, pulsing with contemplation as
- they arc about Her to draw trails of misty white. "You have already given Me five vows, when I ask
- for but four of you, My Avaris. This sixth seems a far more daunting task than the others. For I
- would not ask a shard to bear the burden of an Elder, no matter its weight, or the nobility of its
- undertaking."
- The deep red of Avaris's antennae draw down yet further, as if pulled by the
- sanguine petals of the crimson lotus below them. When he speaks, it is in a tone of utmost
- sincerity, so bright and clear that he almost shines with it. "No, my Lady. You are my light. My
- star. Distant, and shrouded in mist, that I ever strive to find my way towards. Your light may shine
- cold, at times, but that is not the core of You. You are warmth, and joy, and all that is good in
- Creation." The spears of gleaming chitin that lance upwards through the golden arcs of his haloed
- shoulders rise in a small shrug, his response calm and untroubled by the immensity of his words. "In
- this, I am dauntless. I will be equal to these vows, and any other I give to You. I will bear their
- weight, and more, and be glad in the carrying of it."
- Slowly building as if from nowhere at all, a faint, glittering light pulses from the centre of the
- Grotto of the White, its source belatedly revealing itself as the star lotus within the Goddess's
- hands. The bobbing motes that illuminate the grotto ignite with new colour, pale shades of bluish-
- green met with argent white as the veiled figure says nothing, merely listening to the impassioned
- words echo in the cavern.
- Finally, after a long drawn-out silence, a veiled figure shrouded in starlight says, "And where will
- My light lead you, My Avaris?"
- The burnished plates of Avaris's carapace shift in hue, bathed in the gradually
- burgeoning light of the Goddess's star lotus, casting the paladin in a celadon sheen. Slowly, as if
- afraid of shattering the blossoming luminescence, he lifts his head to gaze out across the waters of
- the Grotto for a time, before he turns his seven, brilliantly azure eyes upon a veiled figure
- shrouded in starlight. "To Your side, my Lady. That is the only destination that matters.
- Wheresoever Your light goes, so too shall I."
- "You are simultaneously so easy to please," a veiled figure shrouded in starlight says with the
- softest exhale of laughter, "and yet choose such impossible aspirations for yourself. I wonder at
- it." The luminous flower casts a pallor on the figure's starlit veil, briefly illuminating its
- translucence to reveal a peculiar expression on the Goddess's face of perplexed exhaustion met with
- intense consideration. "I am not often given to kind destinations," She says at last. "Mine is a
- light that somehow finds the darkest of nights in its pursuit to banish shadows. If that is what you
- seek, then very well. You may stand by My side, if you wish. For you are Mine."
- You think to yourself: A flickering of pleasure and echoed amusement at the slight laughter. He
- could not argue that. The brief glimpse of Her weariness elicits a renewed pang from the constant,
- aching worry for Her, while simultaneously hardening his already adamant resolve to help Her,
- however he can. If She would allow him only tiny fragments of Her burden at a time, then so be it.
- He would collect them all, one by one, until She is weighed down by nothing at all.
- A tiny glimmer of light surfaces within the solid spheres of Avaris's eyes, a
- fleeting glint of amusement. Despite the gravity of the Divine's declaration, the manner in which he
- nods agreement is easy, almost relaxed in its seamless acceptance. "You focus upon shining Your
- light where it is needed, my Lady. No matter how distant or dark. I shall care for You while You
- care for all else." A brief surge of brilliant motes of shining light manifest in his eyes as he
- affirms, "I am Yours. Whatever else, my Lady - I am Yours."
- The ever-present fog that lingers over the luminous pool of the cavern lifts, temporarily, as a
- veiled figure shrouded in starlight places the star lotus within its waters, allowing for the
- boundless light to drift from Her, for a time, on its placid surface. As shadows fall upon Her once
- more in the flower's absence, faint pinpricks of light scatter across the translucent veil,
- uncertainly twinkling out of existence like finite stars. "For eternity," She echoes. "No matter
- where that leads. For that is the Devotion you promised Me, is it not?"
- The great wedge of Avaris's heavily armoured head pans gradually aside, following
- the floating star lotus in silence for but a few small moments. The alabaster and gold of his face
- illuminated by the faint, warm light of his feathers even as the endless wellspring of illumination
- recedes from him, the kephera dips his chin in a slow nod, the gesture measured, deliberate. "Yes,
- my Lady. My Devotion to You is eternal and unconditional. No matter what the Fates have in store for
- You, whatever is taken from You, I shall remain. They cannot stop me in this."
- You think to yourself: "It is the very least of what She deserves - But it is all that I can
- guarantee Her, and so I shall."
- Once more a soothing wind sweeps through the vicinity, despite its improbability within this stony
- expanse, this time drawing away the mist from a veiled figure shrouded in starlight as one might
- gently part a curtain of light. Thus exposed, the gentle expression of the olive-skinned Goddess and
- the thoughtful gaze of Her celadon blue eyes are revealed, if dimly, within the shadowy light of the
- cave, Her starlit hair gathering about Herself in a long braid adorned in starry flowers. Hers is a
- puzzled smile as She hears your affirmation, though it is a smile nonetheless. "Then I shall not
- seek to stop you," She replies, nodding. "No matter what the Fates have in store."
- The Grotto of the White.
- Captured rays of light reflect off the sparkling waters of the Grotto of the White, enhanced by the
- glittering limestone that surrounds the narrow, underwater cave. Reminiscent of starlight, these
- twinkling motes bob and twirl against the surface of the walls, then dance across the still pool
- that fills most of this cavern, winking in and out to allow only brief glimpses of this mystical,
- sacred place. As if seeking to further obscure the crystalline waters, a rolling blanket of mist
- shrouds much of the pool from view to linger here in a dewy, glistening mantle of white. Murmurs of
- distant feminine voices echo here, muted by the sound of trickling water; though their cadence is
- soothing, it leaves a disquieting sense of being watched and observed as if by the waters
- themselves. Boundlessly flowing with light, a luminous pool of healing waters radiates a celestial
- glow here. Gracefully standing aside here, a soft-spoken woman dressed in white looks about herself
- with a thoughtful air.
- You see a single exit leading north.
- This slight human woman is garbed in a luminous white gown that falls about her in a shimmering
- column of silk that reaches the floor, draping over the shoulders to leave her neck and arms
- exposed. An unassuming beauty, there is a dusky radiance to her olive-skinned complexion, and her
- celadon blue eyes look about herself with a gentle sense of curiosity. Her silvery-white hair has
- been intricately braided behind her, each plait adorned by a starry white flower that emits a soft,
- delicate glow. Resting about her throat, a misty jewel resembling a twinkling star sparkles and
- gleams from a thin silver chain. Quiet sandals of woven willow leaves hush her every step, affording
- her a silent grace in her movements.
- A soft-spoken woman in white does not even register your presence as a threat.
- You think to yourself: An overpowering sense of sheer relief, strong enough to to nearly bring him
- to weep with the intensity of it as it washes away the clinging, whispering doubts that have plagued
- him for so long. She will not send him away. He did not care whatever else happened to him, because
- ~She will not send him away.~.
- The dense plating of Avaris's chest expand as he draws in a great, slow inhalation
- of air, holding it for a beat before he looses it, his breath peculiarly unsteady. He bows his head
- to a soft-spoken woman in white in a gesture of gratitude which should cast his features in deeper
- shadow - Were it not for the surging brilliance that radiates from the maelstrom of blazing motes of
- joyous light within his sevenfold gaze. "Thank You." His reply is simple, but no less thrumming with
- poignant feeling for it.
- You think to yourself: A thought, one of recognition and familiarity, is very carefully set aside,
- obscured by a warding wall of light.
- Gesturing at a soft-spoken woman in white with a gentle motion of his sole free
- hand, Avaris says, "Will You do me another, very great favour, my Lady?"
- There is a peculiar obliviousness to a soft-spoken woman in white as She receives your gratitude, as
- if not entirely aware of how unmasked the dissipating mists have left Her in their absence. "You ask
- for many great favours," She says, the sternness in Her reply not born of chastisement, but instead,
- a sense of caution -- evoked by one who is uncertain on what ground they yet tread, and where it
- might lead.
- A soft, rich harmony of laughter flows forth from Avaris's throat, the sounds warm
- and resonant. "I do. I hope only that You can forgive me endless selfishness, for I foresee my
- asking many more in the future." Facing a soft-spoken woman in white directly, the kephera taps the
- edge of his thumb against the curve of the fingers that ensconce the crimson lotus, the contact
- sending out faint, metallic ringing. "I would ask that whenever You think less than pleasant
- thoughts of Yourself, that You...Try, to instead think of how I might view You in that moment. Focus
- upon that, if You cannot treat Yourself with Your own kindness. Please. For me." His request is gentle, in
- the manner of one striving to coax someone into unfamiliar territory, quiet but calmly confident.
- The surrounding ripple of laughter seems to put a soft-spoken woman in white at ease, somehow,
- thought its response is clearly unexpected. As a hand strays to the flowers that adorn Her braid, a
- wistful look briefly flashes in Her celadon blue eyes as She says only, "It is a familiar Wisdom you
- share with Me." The mists part once more from the glassy pool, the star lotus adrift upon its centre
- scattering light upon its waters as they reflect the winged silhouette of an Elder Goddess that is
- painfully familiar to you, Her hands lovingly braiding the white hair of another Goddess kneeling
- before Her. Then the mist falls upon the pool, and the image fades and is no more.
- You think to yourself: A complicated tangle of feeling, that is promptly smoothed out, the familiar
- aches and longing calmed and soothed with his own patient resignation, into an interwoven plait of
- emotion, which he carefully obfuscates within the vaults of his heart. What lingers is a sincere
- gratitude for One not present, a sensation that is worn as smooth and shining as a sharp stone that
- has been lovingly caressed into harmless beauty.
- Though he does not shift the focus of his natural gaze from a soft-spoken woman in
- white, Avaris several of the benignly radiant eyes of the paladins angelic wings track the path of
- the star lotus, hitching for a beat upon something seen, before resuming their vigilant regard of
- the lone flower. A quiet thrum of pleasant sound shivers in the air about him as he dips his chin in
- a slight nod, then prompts, fondly, "Will You grant my selfish favour, my Lady? I would be very
- happy, if You did."
- For a long time, a soft-spoken woman in white closes Her eyes as if recalling something distant, Her
- form perfectly still and composed as She reminisces upon something long past. "I may attempt such a
- kindness," She says, finally, the half-promise spoken in a strangely resolute fashion, despite its
- vague surety. "I prefer discipline. To ruthlessly assess My actions, and My intentions, until
- neither are held at fault. Even so," She says, pausing to look at something that is no more within
- the water, "there are times where such scrutiny is... unnecessary."
- Softly, though there is a quiet strength in the words, a soft-spoken woman in white says, "Will that
- suffice?"
- The sigh that drifts from Avaris is one of faint exasperation, tempered with
- infinite affection for the source of that gentle frustration. "I know, Lady. I know. You know that a
- kind touch is better than a cold, clinical assessment, at times." He lifts his hand up to his mane,
- coiling the thick tufts of shimmering white fluff in an absent, thoughtful gesture. "Hmm. It is a
- start, I suppose. It is a very...Vague sort of agreement, but if You promise to try, it will
- suffice. For now."
- This time, it is Her voice that bears a sense of levity, faint as a whisper on the wind, as a soft
- -spoken woman in white says, "We were to be patient with one another, were We not?" She then rises
- to Her feet, mist gathering about Her in skeins of white as She considers you a final time. "You did
- not wish for Me to do what I did for Li-varili," She says, the words not accusatory, but a mere
- statement of fact. "You held no illusions about the likelihood of this outcome, and I fear it is one
- I shared. Even so, you stood by Me in these choices. You did not doubt Me." There is a pause, a
- consideration, before the Goddess says, "Thank you, for your faith in Me. Many have found their
- belief in Me fragile, in recent months. And though I do not value those with no conviction, I note
- where it is found, and which fires yet burn bright."
- The upraised hand releases its twisting grasp of his ruff, to tip towards a soft
- -spoken woman in white in the manner of a duelist acknowledging a skillful point. "We were.
- Patience, then." Avaris replies with equally subtle mirth, likewise rising to stand, taking care to
- cup the crimson star lotus so that it does not overbalance. He pauses at his Goddess's words,
- growing still as he waits for her to finish speaking, neither shrinking as one admonished, nor
- swelling with pride. Instead, he lowers his head to a soft-spoken woman in white in a small bow. "I
- will never doubt You, Lady. If all else should fall to chaos and uncertainty, that, at least, You
- can hold to with absolute trust."
- Gently, Avaris says, "Please rest, now. I will grow sick with worry, if You do not
- regain Your strength."
- It is to your last statement that a soft-spoken woman in white pauses, saying at length, "Much has
- been regained already, merely due to no longer sustaining the healing mound while Li-varili's will
- presses against My own. Though I tire in other ways." The gathering mist becomes thick and dense,
- veiling Her in a mantle of white as She says, "Light's blessings upon you, My Avaris. Take care to
- regain your strength, too, for an overflowing cup cannot bear its own weight for too long."
- A soothing wind descends, engulfing the soft-spoken woman in a shimmering of starlit mist, before
- She is gone as if She never existed.
- Inclining his head in acknowledgement and acquiescence both to the departed
- Goddess's response, Avaris straightens slowly, cradling the red star lotus close to him. Softly, as
- if to himself, or to One so close that volume need not matter, he murmurs, "It is the other ways
- that concern me most. I will bear that weight, and any other, for You." Bowing once more, he says,
- to the cavern at large, "Light's blessings upon You, my Lady."
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