Since I logged in today, here's how BotP is going -
But somethin didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the way he grimaced when he said it. Maybe it was the dull look in his eyes. Or maybe it was his clean-shaven face. The look of a gentleman who was old and defeated. We tried not ta dwell on it. Instead, I asked the question that’d been botherin me fer some time. I’d tried ta push it outta my head. Didn’t wanna b’lieve it. B’lieve him. That night, I assured meself that Gov. Lumator had procured my portrait as oracle trickery. But as time went, I began ta trust him. I knew I shouldn’t, but... “Gov. Lumator?” “Speak.” “That lady in the portrait...the one ya showed me back at the farm. Who...is she? I know ya said she was a priestess and all, but...what does it hafta do with me?” Gov. Lumator sighed. His eyes hardened as he touched his chin. Then, realizin he didn’t have a beard no more, he brought his hand ta his hair. As he ruffled it, he turned his eyes from us. “The academy doth hold the belief that thou art the reincarnation of Sacrona Aemma.” I furrowed my brow and shook my head. That name didn’t mean nothin ta me. But the look on Gov. Lumator’s face was solemn and heavy. The air ‘bout him was so somber that all other conversation died. Now everyone’s focus was on us.














