It’s not a pleasant scene. If it was, they wouldn’t need to be here.
Little bones splinter underfoot to announce her; she doesn’t bother to look to the rats below. She’s had word there’s a Rifter on this level — a strange one, but aren’t they all — making his way through the halls. Some sort of foreign mage, an elf.
That’s well enough. They need what help they can get. Still, she can’t shake the impression that it’ll help a bit more if they all know what to look for. Wren tugs down the cloth tied around her face. Comments, softly:
"A waste."
Perhaps that’s callous. She stoops to run a hand over the armor; a desiccated twin to her own. Rust's bitten deep, they might be able to grind down enough to salvage a piece or two. The rest is a loss.
(There's nothing here that isn't.)
"The wheelcart is broken again. They will be up here a while."
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Little bones splinter underfoot to announce her; she doesn’t bother to look to the rats below. She’s had word there’s a Rifter on this level — a strange one, but aren’t they all — making his way through the halls. Some sort of foreign mage, an elf.
That’s well enough. They need what help they can get. Still, she can’t shake the impression that it’ll help a bit more if they all know what to look for. Wren tugs down the cloth tied around her face. Comments, softly:
"A waste."
Perhaps that’s callous. She stoops to run a hand over the armor; a desiccated twin to her own. Rust's bitten deep, they might be able to grind down enough to salvage a piece or two. The rest is a loss.
(There's nothing here that isn't.)
"The wheelcart is broken again. They will be up here a while."