Bound

“Free of bonds, ay?”

Alexis murmured, more to herself. She could understand that. But she also knew that might not be what he really wanted.
For all she felt chained and shackled at the moment, there were bonds in her life she could never wish away, even if they could be painful at times.

As for his question… in for a copper, in for a gold. What was there really left to loose at this point?

“It’s a pretty convoluted story, and I do not rightly know how to tell it.”

Could have to to do with the fact it sounded like the ramblings of a lunatic, even to herself. Heck, it might very well be, taking her state into consideration.

“Dear friends of me went missing, in Fang. And while searching for them, I found something very different. Or it found me. Might be more accurate.”

With a bitter smile, her eyes wandered back into the direction of Fang.
After a moment of silence, she looked back to the priest.

“There is a artefact of Fang hidden here, somewhere. Or a part of it. Lost for ages. Maybe almost as long as those obelisks persevere. For certain back in the times when your prophetess faced her exile and subsequent rise to Sister Locust.”

She put her notebook on the ground and turned the page to her sketches from the Red Keep. To the symbol of the hand braking the hammer.

“It needs to return to Fang. And wether I like it or not, that falls to me, for now.”

She distantly wondered what would happen if she failed? Would another follow in her footsteps? Probably. With a bit of sarcasm she thought that with some luck, at least the parts of the hammer wouldn’t be so far apart for them.

Her eyes wandered to the base of the obelisk, and the inscriptions it bore.

“Though I have come to the conclusion that there is more of a role for that artefact to play.”