[He wished he could figure out where the exit for this level was so he could just get out of it and back to something a little less annoying. As it was, Jinga blinked at the appearance of those wings as well as the man's calm declaration of flying out of here. He snorted and glanced back, watching the way the waters churned behind them as something headed straight for them.]
Of course.
[He didn't have something as elegant of ankh's. Instead Jinga's wings were leathery and blackish, with an odd pattern like letters sweeping along the edge of the membrane.]
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Of course.
[He didn't have something as elegant of ankh's. Instead Jinga's wings were leathery and blackish, with an odd pattern like letters sweeping along the edge of the membrane.]