The unease in the Bull's voice is disconcerting, to say the least.
Silly, how Dorian's become so satisfied in letting the Bull be the unshakeable one. That cold sense of worry continues to twist in his chest, and he wonders if he should bring this up later, if he should try and talk to the Bull about this, should mention it in the safety of camp or some tavern.
He supposes that's rather contingent upon their ability to survive this – something that Dorian prefers to take as fact, rather than chance.
He continues forging a path – he has little choice in the matter, admittedly – and he reaches the big shadow the Bull has helpfully indicated.
It is, in fact, a left turn, but Dorian has no time to feel relieved.
That path continues on for a foot or more before it terminates at rather sizable blockage of fallen masonry.
Dorian lets out a breath between his lips, that cold feeling turning weighty and sinking into his gut.
"Well," he says, and while his tone is as bright as ever, there's a bitter undercurrent there, too. Above him, the wisp casts the slabs of stone in green light. "I suppose now is the time to offer you a choice of good news and bad news."
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Silly, how Dorian's become so satisfied in letting the Bull be the unshakeable one. That cold sense of worry continues to twist in his chest, and he wonders if he should bring this up later, if he should try and talk to the Bull about this, should mention it in the safety of camp or some tavern.
He supposes that's rather contingent upon their ability to survive this – something that Dorian prefers to take as fact, rather than chance.
He continues forging a path – he has little choice in the matter, admittedly – and he reaches the big shadow the Bull has helpfully indicated.
It is, in fact, a left turn, but Dorian has no time to feel relieved.
That path continues on for a foot or more before it terminates at rather sizable blockage of fallen masonry.
Dorian lets out a breath between his lips, that cold feeling turning weighty and sinking into his gut.
"Well," he says, and while his tone is as bright as ever, there's a bitter undercurrent there, too. Above him, the wisp casts the slabs of stone in green light. "I suppose now is the time to offer you a choice of good news and bad news."