"You're not kidding." The cheerful grin falls away from his face as he surveys the stacked skeletons. Theorizing about murder is one thing around the occasional mysterious long-dead corpse; but all of these? Plague? Battle? The scale of the threat in this dusty old cave looms up and up over him, a wave that could sweep away their few living souls in an instant.
Despite his cranky companion, he feels very alone.
The fear lasts a few seconds before he gives himself a mental shake -- the best way to get swept under is to stop treading water, after all. No stopping allowed. Not until he's worked himself into being too tired to dream.
"Good news if they built this place to hold that many people," he tosses off, setting down his armful of remains on the nearest stack. The skull rolls to its side, jaw sagging from weakening hinges. "There'll be plenty of capacity for us. Anybody found the door out yet? Or is that still on the agenda?"
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Despite his cranky companion, he feels very alone.
The fear lasts a few seconds before he gives himself a mental shake -- the best way to get swept under is to stop treading water, after all. No stopping allowed. Not until he's worked himself into being too tired to dream.
"Good news if they built this place to hold that many people," he tosses off, setting down his armful of remains on the nearest stack. The skull rolls to its side, jaw sagging from weakening hinges. "There'll be plenty of capacity for us. Anybody found the door out yet? Or is that still on the agenda?"