Truce

A truce for the night? A generous offer and so much more than Alexis could have reasonably asked for.

She considered his question and eventually she turned her notebook around for him to look at it proper, if he so chose.
It was his history after all. He should know it, even more so than her.

“I am looking for answers. To questions I did not know I would be asking. And that seem to lead to even more questions over and over again.”
she returned, just as truthfully. She honestly did not know how to answer this better without going into a lengthy tangent about getting pushed around by a lost fire god.

She gazed up the obelisk. One of three. Did the Ozainae even still know the story told on its base? Or had that black hand succeeded in casting it into oblivion?
Her gaze wandered over to where the peaks of Fang lay. Where all of this had started. For her, that was.

Finally, she looked back to Agizul, now curious herself.

“And what brings you out here, when everyone else seems to converge in the city?”