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Cleric of Hell’s Brigade
Owen pauses and stared, eyes roving over the ancient battleship.
Amazing.
He had obviously never seen one in person, but he’d read enough and spoken to enough older people to listen to stories that had been passed down. Long ago massive ships had sailed the waters of the world, and before him lays one.
He grins and gazes at it with all his senses, Keen Eye and Identify roving over it.
OT: Is there a name Owen can see, Sandy?