>>6309554Like toy soldiers, the crowd marches in lockstep to ascertain whatever damages Oti wrought. Turning to face Toppel, you both meet each other's gaze with varying degrees of concern:
That was <span class="mu-i">not</span> a Blastcap explosion!
Nevertheless, the plan must proceed! Feeling the familiar flames flicker between your fingers, you get to work alongside the sorceress carving through the thick sheet of fungal growth covering the tunnel–your work spurred on by a much-needed breath of frigid, but fresh air squeezing between the leafy layers!
You’ve bore about halfway through when you notice Toppel shooting a concerned glance behind you. What’s up?
“Oti’s taking his time…” She mutters under her breath as flames leap from her fingers. Yea, you nod, that’s kind of his thing, isn’t it? She shakes her head. “H-he’s a bit of a perfectionist, but if he takes too long…”
How dost thou respond…th?
>Keep carving together! He’ll get here!>You carve, she and Obber can grab him!>Send someone! (Who?)>You’ll go check on his slow ass…>Write-In! 