The imager had only contained that single scene. Garnet had some kind of secret? Of course, I could guess what it was. She had some kind of connection with this the Deep. Rather, she had been here at some point. Was the reason she had come down to the Deep purely to get acquire resources as she had claimed, or was there something else to it.

The deep dwarves had fled the deep over a hundred years ago. This was before Aberis conquered Osteria, and even before humans started to migrate into Osteria. At that point, it wasn’t even really a country so much as just the lands of a people. The Osterians lived in the Osterian plains. Then, the deep dwarves seemed to be fleeing something, so they made the month-long trek to the surface looking to relocate. The dwarves rejected them, the Dioshin attacked and enslaved them, and the Osteria ejected them.

I had originally believed that her oddities were just a part of her rare species. Like Miki’s nine-tail fox or Faeyna’s status as an elf, the deep dwarves were all but extinct in this world. These were just customs from her. I had to imagine the lack of sun made it so deep dwarves typically looked younger than surface dwarves. At least, I had heard such sentiment. Yet, I had run into King Diorite as well. He was a middle-aged man, although who knew how old he was.

In short, Garnet was a woman with no name and no past. She carried the knowledge of the deep dwarves and seemed to remember things she shouldn’t remember. She had no age. She was tied to the church and the Deep. She had the body of a thirteen-year-old girl, but the flirtatious tendencies and curiosities on sex of a middle-aged virgin. I started to realize that I didn’t know anything about Garnet. She was a complete mystery to me.

I put the stone away and looked at Sapphire, who gave me a wondering look back. I knew what she was asking. What do we do next? That was a good question.