[Okay that water looks clean and clear and full of batteries or some shit. With most of the blood now wiped from his snout and burned off, Namur can smell the chemicals in it. It's gotta have a source, right? A pipe or something carrying it in, since it doesn't look like a natural spring. He pokes around some of the machinery until the most unholy wailing hits his ears, echoing through the halls. He tries to ignore it but that pitch. It just grabs his mind and won't let it go.
Which he's kind of thankful for, truth be told, because now that there's other things to occupy his mind the blood doesn't have such utter and complete control.
But seriously, what the hell are the others doing?
It takes him a bit of time to backtrack, and he has to walk down on his hands and knees like a gorilla, since there's a shitload of smoke. Eventually he finds himself face to face with the dragon nudging at a charred corpse and snorts.]
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Which he's kind of thankful for, truth be told, because now that there's other things to occupy his mind the blood doesn't have such utter and complete control.
But seriously, what the hell are the others doing?
It takes him a bit of time to backtrack, and he has to walk down on his hands and knees like a gorilla, since there's a shitload of smoke. Eventually he finds himself face to face with the dragon nudging at a charred corpse and snorts.]
The hell'd you do?