Hheszva moved quietly along the dark corridor, sticking to the shadows. Though it appeared that no one was around, it was best not to risk it.
Finding the door he sought, he slipped through into modest room, empty save for an empty bookshelf. He moved to a blank portion of the wall opposite it, and whispered through, the wall, which swung open, revealing a stair case, leading down. Hhesva started down.
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After several minutes of decent, Hhesva entered a large, dark room, lit only by the light emerging from around another door, as well a candle in the stairway. He entered the dark room.
Yes, Hhesva? a voice asked from the darkness opposite the stairs. With a bit of focus, the shape of a pearson could just be seen. Why are you not at work?
Hhesva silently walked over to the person, and handed over a piece of paper. It should have been to dark to read, but the figure seemed to have no trouble.
Hhmm, the figure said, I was expecting something like this. The Successors of the Luchuirp seems a bit pretentious, but until we get word of them, I suppose it is accurate enough. Although, I do not think this was work skipping work to deliver.
The mans a problem! If he talks to the Patrians this way, hell either provoke them, or seem like an ass-kisser to the other nations! Uldar and the other eastern states have- !
Shut up. The figure said calmly, placing the letter on a small table, and picker several sheet of paper up. The man may not be a brilliant ruler, but he is a brilliant inventor. Look at these. It said, handing Hhesva the pages. It was hard to see, but the parts he was meant to see were somehow illuminated. He looked at the figure.
Are...are these what I think they are? he asked, a slight waiver in his voice. The figure smiled and stood up and walked slowly around.
Yes. I had them removed from the palace-he was just going to throw them out anyways. But the clearly show, he is the Builder. He is vital. The figure stopped behind Hhesva, and placed a hand o his shoulder. Keep him safe, it said, voice suddenly like iron, assist him. We lose him, and it maybe years, Decades, CENTURIES! before another with his abilities rises! the figure paused, and its voice returned to normal. We cannot wait that long. If we must reviel ourselves, then so be it. But we need him. Go.
The figure reliesed hhesvas should, and he almost ran to the stairs, but not before pausing at the foot of them, near shouting a panicked, Yes, of course! and bowing.
The figure waited until it hear then door at the top of the stairs slide shut, before approaching the lit door, and opening it. Within was a statue, long a sinuous, forged of bronze, copper, gold and steel. She knelt before it, whispered.
Praise be the Machine. Praise be the Dragon.