Noah was gaining an overabundance of information while he worked as he continued to pry from this being!
"THE First Lifeforms." Noah kept his voice idle, a man making conversation over delicate work. "Have any of your line seen one?"
"Seen one?" Skallagrim actually laughed, and paid for it in pain.
"No Progeny I know has EVER seen one. Not the pure ones, not the old ones, no one. They are gone from every telling after the early age. None know much about them as they are very secretive." His voice dropped.
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Noah's hands kept moving, and behind his level expression, the questions stacked into towers! But he pressed no further along that road, because the work beneath his fingers was steepening!
