"I don't. They went into the temple, and... eventually, I was lured to it too. By then, the thing in the temple was already free. The other caravan's horses were gone but the carriages were still there... I remember the smell of old, old blood. And fresh blood. But I couldn't find anything of them. Much older corpses, yes, but not... them. Whatever happened to them... they're either dead. Or worse.
As for why..."
Heimr is quiet, quiet for a long time.
"This is my home. Despite everything..."
And isn't that enough? It's his home. Someday, hopefully, his grave. How he wishes it was him and not his baby girl. But...
cw: suicide ideation
He's trying so hard not to sound offended...
"I don't. They went into the temple, and... eventually, I was lured to it too. By then, the thing in the temple was already free. The other caravan's horses were gone but the carriages were still there... I remember the smell of old, old blood. And fresh blood. But I couldn't find anything of them. Much older corpses, yes, but not... them. Whatever happened to them... they're either dead. Or worse.
As for why..."
Heimr is quiet, quiet for a long time.
"This is my home. Despite everything..."
And isn't that enough? It's his home. Someday, hopefully, his grave. How he wishes it was him and not his baby girl. But...
...
Isn't it enough.