“…v2.0.20 makes sure you cannot skip the final conversation with Tealor Arantheal. You have to hear him beg. You have to feel it. No dialogue skip. No console command. They want the pain to compile properly.”
Jespar Dal’Varek lit his last cigarillo and watched the ember die against the perpetual drizzle of the Sun Coast. He wasn’t supposed to be here. None of them were.
“And if there is no such bug?”
The Prophet picked up a stone. She weighed it in her palm, then threw it into the abyss. It never made a sound—because, she knew now, the game had no physics for that particular cliff.
Jespar stared at her. Rain slid down his face like tears from a man who had forgotten how to cry. Enderal Forgotten Stories v2.0.20
She smiled—the same terrible, knowing smile of the Aged Man when he looked at his own piano.
Jespar took a long drag. “You’re speaking in tongues, love.” “…v2
Jespar raised an eyebrow. “That’s a strange incantation. Some lost Nehrimian spell?”