>>5899869A vulgar spurt tosses you out of the transport tube just below the layer of fog, and you land unelegantly in a puddle of snot. It does an impossibly efficient job of dissipating your momentum. You’re about to get to your feet and look around someone pushes you down below the edge of the bone crater that contains the snot.
“Not a good idea.” Shrike’s voice is a bit deeper than would be expected. Now that he’s actually conscious and moving around you see that he cuts a rather diminutive figure, his features soft. Pretty much the opposite of everything his sister did with her avatar.
“We’re in the belly of the beast now,” he continues, then his hands come up in mock despair as his face twists, “I appreciate the rescue, but I almost wish you’d just let me die with the others.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” you quip.
There’s another wet plop, and Crispen falls down looking somewhat the worse for wear.
“Glad to see you alive, mr. lootgoblin.” you and Shrike’s voices overlap. “Jinx,” he catches it before you can.
“That was rough, wouldn’t have made it if I didn’t bump my health up. Where are the others? I found something that might be important.”
“Right here,” Trish answers, squeezing her massive form out of a crevice on the other side of the bone crater somehow.
Adamas comes after her. “We went to scout, it’s not good but it’s not urgent. You go first.”
