They step down into the courtyard lined with cobblestone. Konzen doesn't bother to close up his terrace doors. It's a pleasant enough night, and he rather doubts he'll get anyone breaking in here on the Far Shore. (There's not much to take anyway).
The night feels like a luke warm spring, not unlike how the heavens used to be -- dull and temperate. Maybe all places like this are the same. He hasn't been in the Far Shore long enough to know.
On our way?
Did Tenpou have a specific destination in mind for them?
"Sure," he says. And he is curious to see this temple of his. No doubt it's going to fill up with Tenpou's collections soon enough. Assuming they'll be here for a while.
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The night feels like a luke warm spring, not unlike how the heavens used to be -- dull and temperate. Maybe all places like this are the same. He hasn't been in the Far Shore long enough to know.
On our way?
Did Tenpou have a specific destination in mind for them?
"Sure," he says. And he is curious to see this temple of his. No doubt it's going to fill up with Tenpou's collections soon enough. Assuming they'll be here for a while.
"Are we heading somewhere...?"