A week went by with Aventine staying cooped up in Hau'goth's estate. Actually, he wasn't even leaving the library, other than to shower and eat.
Unbothered by the outside world, he directed his focus solely on his research. Nonetheless, he still kept an eye on the members of Very Sighed and Bliekon, scanning them whenever he needed inspiration.
Ghush, who was still undergoing recovery, was an easy target.
As for Bliekon…
'Oh, her puppets increased in number again.'
More and more of her puppets had intermingled with the Soulless City. Before, there were only hundreds.
Now, they numbered in the thousands.
They kept trickling in with various caravans, or even as lone travellers and adventurer parties.
Bliekon's methods were varied—at least at first glance.
Aventine, however, could already observe a habit.
'The Spindeiron is a little… prejudiced. Or perhaps she indulges in stereotyping a little too much.'
