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2023-03-25阿门罗 来源:百合文库
Freyja gestured to the bear. “We welcome you to Spire Stonebluffs.”
“Thank you, Snowstrider,” the bear said, referring to Freyja by her proper title. She was old, but her voice was clear and strong amongst the harsh tones of the wolves around her. “I am Anara, Wyldsinger of the Bear Clan.”
“Wyldsinger?” Thane asked. “Are you some kind of bard?”
Anara frowned. “No, child. The Wyld’s harmonies course unheard through our world, but Wyldsingers are attuned to its melodies.” She held up a simple wooden chime to illustrate her point. “We sing with the Wyld, so that we may counter the dissonance of the Rot.”
“And we appreciate your… harmonies,” Fang said impatiently. “But that’s not why you’re here.”
Thunder nodded. “This morning, Fang was called to investigate a number of bodies near the summit of the Stone Spire. Some merchants, murdered.”
Thane tilted his head, intrigued.
“Turns out they weren’t just ordinary merchants,” Fang said. He turned to Anara, who quietly bowed her head. “They were agents of the king.”
Thane looked between Fang and Thunder, his eyes wide. “The King of Armello?”
“The king believes there are agents of the Rot working against him,” Anara said. “He sent me to the Stone Spire because he believed your clan was in danger, Alpha Greymane.”
“Thank you, Snowstrider,” the bear said, referring to Freyja by her proper title. She was old, but her voice was clear and strong amongst the harsh tones of the wolves around her. “I am Anara, Wyldsinger of the Bear Clan.”
“Wyldsinger?” Thane asked. “Are you some kind of bard?”
Anara frowned. “No, child. The Wyld’s harmonies course unheard through our world, but Wyldsingers are attuned to its melodies.” She held up a simple wooden chime to illustrate her point. “We sing with the Wyld, so that we may counter the dissonance of the Rot.”
“And we appreciate your… harmonies,” Fang said impatiently. “But that’s not why you’re here.”
Thunder nodded. “This morning, Fang was called to investigate a number of bodies near the summit of the Stone Spire. Some merchants, murdered.”
Thane tilted his head, intrigued.
“Turns out they weren’t just ordinary merchants,” Fang said. He turned to Anara, who quietly bowed her head. “They were agents of the king.”
Thane looked between Fang and Thunder, his eyes wide. “The King of Armello?”
“The king believes there are agents of the Rot working against him,” Anara said. “He sent me to the Stone Spire because he believed your clan was in danger, Alpha Greymane.”
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