DIRT Riders
"In humanity's first war, three great homes were lost to the sea. They were corrupted with Fint and darkness, and all of the natural organisms of this world's waters would not dare make them their home, save for one."
Ess raised a brow when he didn't hear anything else.
That was it?
"That's the extent of the hope we get?" Ess said petulantly, very much underwhelmed.
Those two sentences were all him and his family had to work with?
Where was the hope in that?
"It qualifies as a clue, a damn good one. That is more than what most get when presented with an Unlimited Forecast," the Speaker said with a snort.
Ess frowned.
At the very least, he was thankful that the clue wasn't a riddle, not that that helped much. As the seconds ticked by, he felt the hate everyone shared towards Speakers get more justified. Even when there was a clue to help him out, the damn Speaker in front of him delivered it in a way that just ground his gears.