[ Taking her pack and staff back from Akechi, she puts both back on, carefully adjusting while maintaining the light spell. Morbid pragmatism aside, Lux gives Akechi a brief nod. He has the right of it, but there's something about this that doesn't sit right with her. The ice down here is otherwise pristine, like the caverns one might find in the bitter freeze of the Freljord. But those developed over centuries; even if these markings are old, ice like this doesn't just form suddenly.
Unless the tunnels were made by magical means. Was this a spell gone awry? She can't feel any residual mana flow here, so maybe not. ]
We'll want to be careful. I can't feel anything down here, but that doesn't mean old magic doesn't linger within these cases.
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Unless the tunnels were made by magical means. Was this a spell gone awry? She can't feel any residual mana flow here, so maybe not. ]
We'll want to be careful. I can't feel anything down here, but that doesn't mean old magic doesn't linger within these cases.