[His smirk turns crooked and wry at the subject of gods and the disappointment of unrealized beliefs.]
Of course. They must if they are to have any hope of landing attacks and drenching their roots with the blood of their victims.
[In actuality he's not sure what it is that sustained them, but blood seems reasonable enough a guess given where they grew. A God-forsaken place, one far from the sun's reach where all manners of fantastical creatures and tortured abominations crept and crawled.
Before he had acquired a strong familiarity with the castle's areas - and with what could be found where -, he had been startled by the wall-dwelling dryads that would sprout and scrabble wildly for him when he drew near. He couldn't count the number of times he had leaned against a wall to rest thinking nothing to be there, only to be seized by a pair of gnarled arms.]
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Of course. They must if they are to have any hope of landing attacks and drenching their roots with the blood of their victims.
[In actuality he's not sure what it is that sustained them, but blood seems reasonable enough a guess given where they grew. A God-forsaken place, one far from the sun's reach where all manners of fantastical creatures and tortured abominations crept and crawled.
Before he had acquired a strong familiarity with the castle's areas - and with what could be found where -, he had been startled by the wall-dwelling dryads that would sprout and scrabble wildly for him when he drew near. He couldn't count the number of times he had leaned against a wall to rest thinking nothing to be there, only to be seized by a pair of gnarled arms.]