[She would find no argument with the prince. There was something eerie about the air, the way it clung to the senses. Salt. The beach so smell of salt, and yet it seems stagnant, somehow.
And yes, there were no birds. Or crickets. Or even crabs skittering across the rock-strewn and sandy shore.
He is not as impervious to the rain, his blond hair plastered to his forehead soon enough. Thankfully, mithril armor did not rust, but padded under-armor became heavy when soaked through.
And it built up a thirst. He reached to his supply pack, which he was wise enough to bring, and found his waterskin, nodding to her.]
We should seek shelter. Much is amiss, but we've not come so far only to turn back at the shore.
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And yes, there were no birds. Or crickets. Or even crabs skittering across the rock-strewn and sandy shore.
He is not as impervious to the rain, his blond hair plastered to his forehead soon enough. Thankfully, mithril armor did not rust, but padded under-armor became heavy when soaked through.
And it built up a thirst. He reached to his supply pack, which he was wise enough to bring, and found his waterskin, nodding to her.]
We should seek shelter. Much is amiss, but we've not come so far only to turn back at the shore.