[Namur grunts as the wind tries to take the sail, and subsequently the rope, right out of his hands.]
Good, y' do that. For all three days it takes y' 'fore yer ship gets magically turned 'round an' y' find yerself headin' back t' Fayren even though a second earlier y' had yer back t' her ports.
[He pulls back hard, changing the angle just enough to make it easier for the ship to cut back into the wind, and ties it off tight.]
'S why folks was so damn excited 'bout the outpost. Near everthin's been mapped that can be mapped. There ain't a hell of a lot out here that we can get t'. Leastways not 'til the barriers go down. Then... well. Hell knows what'd happen?
[Choking, agonizing death, if his suspicion is correct. But he keeps that to himself. This is a "different" world, after all. It certainly seems a hell of a lot less glitchy.]
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Good, y' do that. For all three days it takes y' 'fore yer ship gets magically turned 'round an' y' find yerself headin' back t' Fayren even though a second earlier y' had yer back t' her ports.
[He pulls back hard, changing the angle just enough to make it easier for the ship to cut back into the wind, and ties it off tight.]
'S why folks was so damn excited 'bout the outpost. Near everthin's been mapped that can be mapped. There ain't a hell of a lot out here that we can get t'. Leastways not 'til the barriers go down. Then... well. Hell knows what'd happen?
[Choking, agonizing death, if his suspicion is correct. But he keeps that to himself. This is a "different" world, after all. It certainly seems a hell of a lot less glitchy.]