“My people are Seftari.”
“Seftari?” Benda asked.
Eradus waved his hand bluntly, “A far away and ancient land, across the desert of Ner. But, there’s no way… Seftar was — ”
“Pulverized in the shock-wave when Hard-Hammer struck, and obliterated by Sea-Rise. Aye.”
“And by your reckoning, this was…?” Benda quizzed him.
“Long ago,” Banarat said, sipping from the goblet, adding mysteriously, “In my youth.”
“Seftari, then,” Benda said, “must be long-lived.”
“Apart from me, their light was extinguished. I am the last.”
Source: The Isle of Edeb – Quatrian Folkways – Medium
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