[ There's no obvious reason for that tension, as Zerxus leads him into the Enclosure. They step onto smoothly cobbled stones polished so deeply they glisten in the sunlight, into a neighborhood that seamlessly blends granite and marble, brass and gold. There are homes here, but no one in the streets; the illusion only extends so far. ]
Dawnsledge.
[ His voice is tight, and his fingers twitch at his side before he flattens his hand against his thigh.
With very obviously forced nonchalance: ]
Follow me, and we'll see if we can peer over the edge.
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[ There's no obvious reason for that tension, as Zerxus leads him into the Enclosure. They step onto smoothly cobbled stones polished so deeply they glisten in the sunlight, into a neighborhood that seamlessly blends granite and marble, brass and gold. There are homes here, but no one in the streets; the illusion only extends so far. ]
Dawnsledge.
[ His voice is tight, and his fingers twitch at his side before he flattens his hand against his thigh.
With very obviously forced nonchalance: ]
Follow me, and we'll see if we can peer over the edge.