Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20160920032621

"Are you sure, warrior chosen by the Gods? " Anansin muses at him from the dark reaches of her own cavern. "IF your duty is still not done... if you continue to venture into the unknown to grant the wish that the divinities themselves cannot stop, then what will come to pass? Will you continue to age and see your wife fruitless?"

Anansin points to Ani.

"This lady... does not wish for that to happen to you and your wife. "

"What is your choice, TinMan?"

Ani gazes at Praetor softly. "This is.... the best that I can offer."

She faces Anansin. "I offer my womb. The ability to bear for another. Make her fertile. Open her womb. Let her bear a child. Please. So be it. So be it.."

Anansin curls her lips in a smile. "And so it is."