The lamp was barely lit when all three of them sat down.
Faelyn started with the seven blessed ones because that was where the thread began.
"One of them said a name before they passed on," she said. "Not a person. A tribe. And it wasn't any of the three I knew about."
Roshan went still. "The fourth tribe."
"Yes. And those seven weren't from here. Someone brought them to this territory specifically and sealed them in that cave." She looked at both of them. "Not as a curse. As containment. Because they saw what happened to the fourth tribe and whoever was responsible needed them to never speak about it."
Nyx: "The cave collapse. When you freed them."
