"What if I told you there was a place where she couldn't reach you? Where those from your past would never touch your future?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"What if you could make it all...go away?" he snaps his fingers. "Just like that."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"And what if," he turns, ebon eyes boring into hers. "I told you I could take you there?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Is he...amused? He studies her for a couple moments, then shrugs and opens the door to the outside.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Well, would you look at that." He's looking at the trunk of the fallen tree - it appears to have been cut, not struck by lightning.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She considers the question. "Approximately 3,000 years old," she answers.
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"Indeed it was," Cornyx agrees, inspecting the even slice.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Yes...yes it would. This was quite definitely not done by normal means." Demon? Perhaps. Ghost? More likely. Fell? Well...possibly Discord.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
