It's never the same

“Tomorrow, and not a minute sooner” He agreed mildly, watching her incredible capacity for enthusiasm. She wasn’t actually that much younger than he was, but he forgot it sometimes, with the difference in power and nature between them.

“Stalactites and stalagmites?” He asked, voice still mild as he named the rock formations she spoke of. “The cave could be two feet deep for all I know. Until I get it open, we won’t have a clue what’s in there. But if there are gems and metals, they’ll be added to the packs stores for crafting and trading.” They were too valuable to leave sitting in a den. He leaned over and gave her small form a pat on the shoulder. “Get some sleep, Ignita” He told her.

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