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“West of Sépulcre on the very edge of the Caliphate, the Tree is what the crest of Maison Antrelys takes its inspiration from. Entirely made of Yslerian bone and standing in an ocean of its own, ever-growing and rotting at the same time, its only fruit being what looks like weeping hanged corpses. When the wind blows gently on the Tree, you can hear them crying. The cadavers “ripen” (cry) when the Idol turns the skies azure - their tears are considered an extremely rare delicacy and are thus quite expensive ! I’ve only had one sip of it in my entire life, and despite the incredible taste, I won’t be able to drink it a second time, as it is impossible to do so.”

  • Nafisa vharr Antrelys

“...I suppose it is now.”

  • Tzila vharr Antrelys, 3189 L.Y.

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