[ This isn't the first time he's been back here. He came after he'd faced his dressing down from Deimar, came to see if there was any way left for him to help. But by then the people who could be saved had already found aid and the bodies that could be salvaged had been salvaged, and all that was left was the rubble he'd created.
It's much the save now. They've cleared what they could to make the passage passable, but it still bears the scorch of his spell, the great gates themselves shorn from hinges - moved aside but otherwise left where they fell.
Stephen pulls his attention from it on a man's approach. Nacho. From the thing.
The offer is met with action instead of answer. Stephen's face a poorly made mask of indifference - brow too tense, jaw too tight - as he steps out to lead them into the offered walk and talk, deeper into the Crossing. Away from the aftermath of his Clawing. ]
What is it you wanted to talk about?
[ He can guess. But at the very least, it doesn't seem like he brought Stephen here to hurt him. ]
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It's much the save now. They've cleared what they could to make the passage passable, but it still bears the scorch of his spell, the great gates themselves shorn from hinges - moved aside but otherwise left where they fell.
Stephen pulls his attention from it on a man's approach. Nacho. From the thing.
The offer is met with action instead of answer. Stephen's face a poorly made mask of indifference - brow too tense, jaw too tight - as he steps out to lead them into the offered walk and talk, deeper into the Crossing. Away from the aftermath of his Clawing. ]
What is it you wanted to talk about?
[ He can guess. But at the very least, it doesn't seem like he brought Stephen here to hurt him. ]