[Liem does not often come to spend time at the Tree of Life. He’s a busy man: always needed somewhere, to apply himself to problems that can’t really be fixed, only mitigated somewhat. These days, when he visits the Tree, it’s usually in search of a little bit of peace, seeing as it’s in such short supply everywhere else in Kenos.
It looks like it’s in short supply here too today, though.
The sounds of a screaming struggle draw him deeper into the roots, away from his mossy lookout with its view of the endless stars. He finds the woman without difficulty, aided mainly by the noise she’s making, and stops a cautious distance away when he sees the tattered individual on her knees.
Today, he looks like the priest he is, garbed in white and gold, with one hand resting lightly on a neighbouring root.]
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It looks like it’s in short supply here too today, though.
The sounds of a screaming struggle draw him deeper into the roots, away from his mossy lookout with its view of the endless stars. He finds the woman without difficulty, aided mainly by the noise she’s making, and stops a cautious distance away when he sees the tattered individual on her knees.
Today, he looks like the priest he is, garbed in white and gold, with one hand resting lightly on a neighbouring root.]
Miss. Do you need help?