Baphomet
Baphomet
Ninny sighs, relieved that Andy didn't pursue the topic of her rather violent act. She hid her sigh with a grunt as she stood up after collecting the last of the stones. In truth, Andy was right. Ninny let her emotions get the better of her. She's always had a fire inside her that drives her. No matter how bad things got, she never lost her fire. Admittedly, she did do bad things from time to time, and being chastised by Andy was not an infrequent thing. For the time being, the two made their way back to the merchant.
They didn't need to travel far from the town to find the highwaymen, so the trip was short and the Sun was still out, a gentle breeze brought the smells of the ocean inland.
"Ah, glad to see you young'uns returned unharmed," said the merchant, a rather short and stocky old man. "So, did you have any luck in your endeavors?" Asked the man. His voice was raspy with age. He leaned forward when he spoke, his eagerness plainly visible. After turning over the stones and asking what they were, the merchant, though disappointed that some have been used, was more than happy to explain their purpose as evolutionary stones.
They didn't need to travel far from the town to find the highwaymen, so the trip was short and the Sun was still out, a gentle breeze brought the smells of the ocean inland.
"Ah, glad to see you young'uns returned unharmed," said the merchant, a rather short and stocky old man. "So, did you have any luck in your endeavors?" Asked the man. His voice was raspy with age. He leaned forward when he spoke, his eagerness plainly visible. After turning over the stones and asking what they were, the merchant, though disappointed that some have been used, was more than happy to explain their purpose as evolutionary stones.