[ She knows Solvunn had human sacrifice in the long ago past, though she isn't sure exactly how far back or which gods specifically were more likely to grant favor for it. ] I haven't found anything like that yet, but I would say there's a good chance of finding some sort of sacrificial remains if I kept at it long enough. I promised the Council if I did find anything, I would respectfully rebury it, note the location, and let them know.
[ Grinning at his exclamation, Claire can't help but agree, it is smashing, and she does take his joke for what it is. He's the second person to mention potentially eerie consequences for digging up old things. She chuckles and brushes her hands together to dust them off. ]
Be careful or I might inspire the resurgence of the penny dreadful? [ She used to love reading her uncle's old collection, the scarier the better. ] I honestly considered it could happen—a curse, not a penny dreadful—but no one expressed any concerns when I formally asked if this was alright. [ She gives a little shrug with her palms up. ] None of the locals seemed particularly disturbed, either.
[ So, she'd taken it as a sign to go ahead. As they chat, she continues to carefully chisel away at the area around the mound, with the end goal of being able to eventually pull it out of the ground intact. ]
I was raised by my Uncle Lamb who just happened to be an archeologist. I traveled with him all around the world helping him do things exactly like this. [ There's nostalgia in her voice, remembering the days when her uncle was the one hunched over and she was lighting his cigarettes. ] Well, not exactly like this. It was a little more difficult to find the right sort of tools, but I've managed to get by enough to think he'd be proud.
[ She glances at Arthur, remembering the drastic differences between their worlds, and wondering if other things could be so different. ]
Is Stonehenge still in Wiltshire? And don't discount any group of stones, especially if they were built by druids. There might be more there than meets the eye.
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[ Grinning at his exclamation, Claire can't help but agree, it is smashing, and she does take his joke for what it is. He's the second person to mention potentially eerie consequences for digging up old things. She chuckles and brushes her hands together to dust them off. ]
Be careful or I might inspire the resurgence of the penny dreadful? [ She used to love reading her uncle's old collection, the scarier the better. ] I honestly considered it could happen—a curse, not a penny dreadful—but no one expressed any concerns when I formally asked if this was alright. [ She gives a little shrug with her palms up. ] None of the locals seemed particularly disturbed, either.
[ So, she'd taken it as a sign to go ahead. As they chat, she continues to carefully chisel away at the area around the mound, with the end goal of being able to eventually pull it out of the ground intact. ]
I was raised by my Uncle Lamb who just happened to be an archeologist. I traveled with him all around the world helping him do things exactly like this. [ There's nostalgia in her voice, remembering the days when her uncle was the one hunched over and she was lighting his cigarettes. ] Well, not exactly like this. It was a little more difficult to find the right sort of tools, but I've managed to get by enough to think he'd be proud.
[ She glances at Arthur, remembering the drastic differences between their worlds, and wondering if other things could be so different. ]
Is Stonehenge still in Wiltshire? And don't discount any group of stones, especially if they were built by druids. There might be more there than meets the eye.