Corruption

In the morning, they enjoyed delicious food and fragrant wine from Ananke's wooden box. The old woman herself seemed a little bit more energetic today, but the long conversation had tired her out. She ate very little and returned to the steering oar, looking at the flowing water with a distant expression. 

She must have been thinking about her city, Weave, which had been destroyed by the Defiled. 

Without having to discuss it, Sunny and Nephis decided to give their kind guide some privacy. They had to digest the many revelations of the past day, anyway. 

Sunny was leaning his back on the side of the ketch, cradling a steaming cup of tea in his hands. Nephis was by his side, looking at the sky. 

After some time had passed in comfortable silence, he used the Blessing of Dusk to ask:

[There is one thing I don't understand.]