- Pronoun
- they or she
They made a strange group, on the way to Bedaurejo. Laura tried not to look at Isidora, and certainly didn't address her directly – easier to let Gladion do the talking, since he'd passed on Farin's message to begin with and gathered them together. Not that there was a lot of casual chatter – the Kricketune whose fishing boat they'd hired to take them downriver was prone to singing as he steered the small watercraft.
Eventually they arrived just up the shore from the town, at a small stone quay overgrown with lichens and ivy, where they ascended a lesser-known entrance to the local mystery dungeon. The castle's distortion was young, and relatively benign by all accounts. It wouldn't challenge them too dearly, especially with their knowledge of the quay, which provided a shortcut nearer to the 'end' of the dungeon – the inner courtyard and observatory tower where Valere and Farin had made their camp.
Laura shivered. She was so used to feeling a touch too warm all the time that the night chill of the dungeon was unexpected.
"Ready for this?" she asked the group, softly. "I honestly don't know what to expect, or how this'll go, but... This could be a break for us. We should do everything we can to have it go right."
She hadn't heard Farin's telepathic sendings. Laura wondered if she'd be at all like Malachai – the earnest scout Gladion had described sure didn't sound like a grand, proud dragon. More like... one of the 'heroic spirits', as the cloud of light kept calling them.
Maybe this would go right.
Eventually they arrived just up the shore from the town, at a small stone quay overgrown with lichens and ivy, where they ascended a lesser-known entrance to the local mystery dungeon. The castle's distortion was young, and relatively benign by all accounts. It wouldn't challenge them too dearly, especially with their knowledge of the quay, which provided a shortcut nearer to the 'end' of the dungeon – the inner courtyard and observatory tower where Valere and Farin had made their camp.
Laura shivered. She was so used to feeling a touch too warm all the time that the night chill of the dungeon was unexpected.
"Ready for this?" she asked the group, softly. "I honestly don't know what to expect, or how this'll go, but... This could be a break for us. We should do everything we can to have it go right."
She hadn't heard Farin's telepathic sendings. Laura wondered if she'd be at all like Malachai – the earnest scout Gladion had described sure didn't sound like a grand, proud dragon. More like... one of the 'heroic spirits', as the cloud of light kept calling them.
Maybe this would go right.