Navali
Hinekora sees you. The past is laid bare before her. She knows you. But now… she listens. You may speak.
Warrior
Hinekora… I am honoured. I would ask you, how do I find my true family? How do I learn of my tribe?
Hinekora
The greatest smith crafts armour for the heart. The joy of today is the only happiness most ever find. A good man stands in for the absent.
Warrior
I believe… I understand. Thank you.
Witch
From one Mother of Death to another, what words of wisdom do you have for me?
Hinekora
They scarred and violated the hated criminal, but she punishes herself far more than they ever could. The wounds are obvious for all to see, despite the concealing bandages.
Witch
I… don’t know what she’s talking about. That’s just… rambling nonsense.
Sorceress
Tell me, Mother of Death, will I find my place in this world?
Hinekora
A weary traveler stumbles down the mountain, smiling, only to see a vast range ahead. Surrounded by watching faces, a child plays in the sand.
Sorceress
Oh! Is he… happy?
: Yes.
Sorceress
That’s… good. That is… good to hear.
Monk
If I may ask… I seek the truth of my beliefs. I suspect, I fear…
Hinekora
A foreign prince brings a sliver of hope to a land in peril. A rat gnaws its way out of the crocodile’s stomach.
Monk
Yes.. it certainly does…
Ranger
Did my mother’s soul pass this way? If not, where might I find her? Does she still exist… somewhere?
Hinekora
One alone will stand on dunes of silver and breathe deep the void. The leaping cat catches the mouse, but loses its way. It will never return home. Nor will it make amends.
Ranger
I fear I can never forgive her… but I have to try.
Huntress
I have but one question, honoured Mother of Death. How do I hear the Spirit’s voice again?
Hinekora
Whispered words offer guidance to the pure, but silence is a - …yes… now?… The sea goes still.
Huntress
What? That’s it? What’s happening?
Mercenary
So what do ya think, Miss Hinekora? Are we gonna survive this?
Hinekora
Night promises peace, but the sun refuses to set. There is no one waiting on the other side of the river.
Mercenary
You… you what? You cant just… you can’t say things like that, mate…
Druid
If ye’ve wisdom to share, Mother of Death… let’s hear it. What awaits?
Hinekora
A wound unhealed, though the years smother it in dust. One day, the dust will blow away. The wound will bleed again.
Druid
Och… Clear as mud, that is.
Navali
The Mother of Death… has spoken. And… gives a gift!
Navali
The Mother of Death… has spoken.
Navali
Our Mother of Death is gifted with the ability to see into the past. Her prophecies guide us on the eternal search for the way forward.
Warrior
How does seeing into the past help guide us?
Witch
This sounds suspiciously like a fanciful claim in the forbidden tomes…
Sorceress
Our tale-women do something similar. The tales they tell guide us.
Monk
She sees into the past? How does that create prophecy?
Ranger
Where do her prophecies come from, if she only sees the past?
Huntress
What am I missin’? She sees the past, but how does that make it prophecy?
Mercenary
So what, she learns from your mistakes? Makes some new plans?
Druid
She sees the past… but divines the future?
Navali
Before Wraeclast, before the Lake, before the primordial molten world, before the stars themselves… Time circled upon itself into infinity. Hinekora sees not what you {will} do, only what you {did,} and what you shall do again. Probably…