[He says it, voice distant with thought, as he shifts his weight to one side, digs the blade of his oar against an outcropping of rock. Pushes them fractionally further away from the stalagmites beneath them.]
...if I have my mythical creatures right, that is an avian-esque beast. I suppose it makes sense. But ah, what do you mean, how they decide where to put people? Who decides?
[He's still inclined to believe it's only some wild facet of his imagination that has put him here, his shape dictated by his preferences. His own admiration for ravens, in particular.]
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[He says it, voice distant with thought, as he shifts his weight to one side, digs the blade of his oar against an outcropping of rock. Pushes them fractionally further away from the stalagmites beneath them.]
...if I have my mythical creatures right, that is an avian-esque beast. I suppose it makes sense. But ah, what do you mean, how they decide where to put people? Who decides?
[He's still inclined to believe it's only some wild facet of his imagination that has put him here, his shape dictated by his preferences. His own admiration for ravens, in particular.]