there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Listening hard to all the information passing back and forth between them, Ronin also eyes the big holes with the mental equivalent of a raised eyebrow. Might be water, or it might be the lair of a landshark, he points out. Even Ronin isn't entirely sure whether he's joking or not. Still, Locke is right in that they're very conspicuous, so he avoids the little caravan of carrion and camels (god, alliteration, get a grip) and tilts his wings towards the once-lake.
As he adjusts, though, he lets his senses stretch out again, trying to determine whether they're still safe in the air on their journey towards... well. He doesn't know. That's the point. Regardless, maybe INT 2 will let them keep their bearings. Do you want me to breathe fire into the holes? he adds distractedly.
Ronin tilts towards the holes, using INT 2 again to check that the area is safe before they proceed any further.
As he adjusts, though, he lets his senses stretch out again, trying to determine whether they're still safe in the air on their journey towards... well. He doesn't know. That's the point. Regardless, maybe INT 2 will let them keep their bearings. Do you want me to breathe fire into the holes? he adds distractedly.
Ronin tilts towards the holes, using INT 2 again to check that the area is safe before they proceed any further.
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