The alchemist would listen, no comments or remarks while the other ranted away into the dungeon and towards him. Enough to gage far more about Cahara's character than he likely intended to let on. A simple hum following in the silence that followed.
"Because that is nature, and nature is full of >
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β¦γ . . . Being forced to think. An answer only in opinion, no concrete understanding β a lack of tangible knowledge, made to trust that there was no right or wrong. For a moment, the mercenary looks back β nothing but the dark. Legs heavy, but he strains, pace just a bit closer. γ
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