little bo peep has lost her sheep

The spires draw him in, carvings blooming at their base, though the expressions? They're something to behold. Fear, but more than that. Unadulterated terror. Björn could only wonder what they meant, and what they had seen. Blooming within the hellscape, there's something lurking here. Something darker, deeper than Björn could even imagine. Enchanting in the worst way, he's drawn in by it.

As the winds pick up, they're accompanied by a sound rippling through the cavern. Mournful and horrifying, amplified by the strange, stony acoustics of the place. Tossing his head and taking a step toward the pale girl, it gives him only a bit of pause. Triangulating the sound to the spires themselves, Björn reveled in it.

"Seen it, no. But the stories, we've all heard the stories in the north." A sinister grin cracks his maw, taking a predatory step toward the girl. Tone low, confidential, as it fills the space between them. "The stars and then the sun will bleed out, disappear from the sky. It's a herald of the end times, when the earth will be devoured by the sea." Intensity ringing in his voice, speaking with thorough conviction. Breeze kicking up to a wind, amplifying the cry of the spires. "Gods will fight, and they will die. Everyone is in danger, my dear. This is just the beginning of the end, sötnos," the hollow endearment resting on his teeth, carefully watching for her reaction.

"Björn"