[ What he finds are two locals. One is knelt by the other's side while that second is crumpled to the floor in agony. These are victims of the miasma. At a closer glance this is a sickness that permeates all the way in the very soul.
The more conscious of the two regards Emet-Selch with dull eyes. It looks like they go through a great amount of pain to move their miasma racked body to look up at him imploringly. ]
Please— !
[ A mantle made of the hopes of others is cast upon the shoulders of Emet-Selch. What will he do with it? ]
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The more conscious of the two regards Emet-Selch with dull eyes. It looks like they go through a great amount of pain to move their miasma racked body to look up at him imploringly. ]
Please— !
[ A mantle made of the hopes of others is cast upon the shoulders of Emet-Selch. What will he do with it? ]
...Please help!