[The Dread Gazebo]

Quest declined.

Fenris watches the orb roll across the floor without visible reaction.

"Did she shout at you, as well?" she inquires.

She's considering picking the thing up herself. Last time it had meant putting enslaved souls to rest, which isn't something she's terribly keen on allowing. The dead should be left to their rest. Or their heroic revelry if that's the end they earned. Or, ostensibly in her case, being stuck in the Hunting Grounds? It's questionable whether or not that's actually the fate that would await her. Given the sheer range of entities showing interest in her they would probably have to cast lots for who gets to keep her.

Or whatever it is that happens when the gods have an argument among themselves.

"What did she say?" Fenris asks further after walking over to the orb and scooping it up. It feels warm to the touch, just like the other one she found a few weeks ago. But on contact no intrusive yelling graces her mind.

Message apparently already delivered.