[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Hope...yes. That's a good take on the scary mind-mages. Maz figures it's better than despair, at the very least, and opts to lean into that idea as well. She thanks Lucrezia before turning her attention to all that exposition.

Goodness. This is a lot all at once, and Mazelina is overwhelmed with knowledge. This is the sort of thing she listens to with rapt attention, fists closed around her staff. Each moment has her wringing her hands, taking in the lies-- though she considers them more essential disguises-- and staring as that sword gets plunked into the ground.


"Also, for what it is worth, I doubt they are lying. I think we should go with them as well, and that is my vote."
A moment later, Maz bows her head.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all for real, again. Lain, Lysistrate, Taras." When her eyes open again, she takes a step forward. Towards that sword.
"May I...may I touch it?" She's hardly demanding, of course, but she seems curious. The sword from the Goddess...