(Yasha takes this all in with a pinch of salt. This does not sound like a job at all, this sounds like... terms and conditions, in order to be granted a life. A deeper form of worship, to be sure. This is not so appealing to her, but it is, at least, interesting. As the book appears in his hands, she leans forward a little, her arms unfolding from across her chest.)
Every mortal alive is recorded in that?
(It doesn't look very large, but it is probably magic. Oh, what Caleb would not give to get his hands on this particular book. Yasha snorts.)
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Every mortal alive is recorded in that?
(It doesn't look very large, but it is probably magic. Oh, what Caleb would not give to get his hands on this particular book. Yasha snorts.)
You must be very busy.