No flying allowed! The pressure is suffocating, and will force you back down if you try.
Your companion knows what lies ahead, but he's made the choice for you nonetheless. Into the carriage you go. It's cramped, tight and dimly lit — the wood it's been constructed with is of a rather fine quality, and the seat is plush underneath your rump. Still, something about it is suffocating.
The wheels turn. Your companion looks a little pale.
You can't change the past. [ he says, not quite looking at dirk. something drips onto his face; it's red. ]
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Your companion knows what lies ahead, but he's made the choice for you nonetheless. Into the carriage you go. It's cramped, tight and dimly lit — the wood it's been constructed with is of a rather fine quality, and the seat is plush underneath your rump. Still, something about it is suffocating.
The wheels turn. Your companion looks a little pale.
You can't change the past. [ he says, not quite looking at dirk. something drips onto his face; it's red. ]
But you can close your eyes if you must.