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[downswing]

( Dark and damp and Lan Wangji's pallor strained under moonlight. Behind him, flickers of broad, long temple columns — and the smoke smears of... ghosts, gathered. He seems short of breath, the silvered sheen of his sword half drawn from her scabbard, a spate of parchment papers littering the walls: active talismans. )

They have crowded their halls of the dead, to excess.

Here, the key withholds itself. Who hunts the other locations?

( And a pause, hesitant — whether to find his words or, absently, slap another talisman on the spirit that looms with a gaping maw behind him. ) Ke-Waihu stands safe?

( ooc: forwarded dated to the group's incursions in Ke-Waicai. Feel free to run into him in person, if you're also chasing the haunted temple key! )

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[cairhien]

( she listens to the whispers, feels them there but can't tell what they say, what they want. but he can and that's a strange beauty, for a man to have a gift that isn't cursed, to trust it.

but he isn't of her world and this, what he can do is usual for them, is usual in his world.

so she waits, keeping cautious eyes around, waiting for him to tell her something )

Is there anything that they do remember?