Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

Then for now, Moore will fly up and see if he's able to loosen the noose at all - or one of the nooses, he supposes.

[Anastasia]

The noose does not loosen. Instead you find yourself back at the court yard abruptly, before the metal image of a hung woman once more.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks.

"Ah... it's that kind of test. Very well." He says.

Is the door still there?

[Anastasia]

No, right now you do not see a door.

Instead from the eye of the mural a single tear glistens, like molten silver.

[Nephrite]

Moore bows his head.

"I understand. I didn't realize." He says.

So if touching them is out of the question, then... maybe he just has to go further in? Hmm...

[Anastasia]

There is no answer, only a glistening tear on the mural.

[Nephrite]

Moore will fly up to try and touch the tear!

[Anastasia]

The tear is as heavy as iron as you touch it, a weight you can bear. It sticks to your finger, one blob of silvery liquid that keeps its shape of a tear.

[Nephrite]

Moore will take the tear back down and look around to see if anything has changed.

I am guessing it does not radiate any sort of magic? Spellcraft of 113 and K:A of 118, as useless as they are here.

[Anastasia]

The tear does not radiate magic. However, it feels heavier on your finger now. A notable weight.

[Nephrite]

Moore investigates the tear more closely... is it getting heavier by the moment?

[Anastasia]

It is. Heavier and heavier by the moment.

[Nephrite]

"Strength isn't really my strong suit, but..." He will simply have to endure this, the pain that this Guardian has had for so long.

"At least in the material sense. If it's spiritual strength, though..." A smile crosses his lips.

He believes in himself, in his Hope, and in the Guardian. "I will free you."

[Anastasia]

The tear is getting heavier by the moment, the weight rising fast. Are you going to do anything about it?

[Nephrite]

He is going to hold it and bear the weight of this sorrow.