Ezra did not spend time within the Crystallized Zalra if she didn’t have to. Thankfully, Lucia’s camp was more north, sitting at the base of some mountains currently, so this place was about as far removed as one could hope to get without leaving the country. But Aalam had asked her to meet him here and so, she had come. Interestingly enough, she had spared no detail toward her Ladyship nor her partners, keeping the adventure close to her heart.
Even Dispater was no where to be found.
She jogged the rest of the way through the landscape, wincing at the glimmering crystals that marked her path. She was careful with her appendages. The lore surrounding these things mentioned them being highly toxic and almost parasitic when placed within touch of the skin. Becoming a crystalized…sculpture here in the forest was not high on Ezra’s list of things to do. Arms tucked close to her sides, hair pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her skull, she spied the Ranger sitting beneath one such massive crystalized tree.
Aalam! she called, lifting a hand and waving to get his attention. More jobbing, the clank of her armor making movement difficult but not impossible. The metal was not standard mithril or even iron, but something darker with light silver scrolling on the breastplate and greaves. It as unlike anything common to the mainland of Astorea and, as far as she knew, Ezra was the only person who had such a set.
Well, she would know considering she was the one who made the armor.
Is…Is everything okay? What’s going on?