Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-25828117-20191014172018

"Nine in total, master Garran." Lysilde diverted for the half-orc.

"The essence of the amulet of kings has latched onto this magical item." She then went on. It was not the essence that gave it the special properties it possessed. Those had perhaps always been there in some form or another.The essence was like a dormant gene, hiden among its shape. The only way to free it was to ultimately destroy the box.

But there were not there yet.

"I suggest we head west. To Torval." Elsweyr's provincial capital and a metropole worthy of that name.

"It is the closest hub of civilization from this point. Though still quite a few days ride away."