They beckoned him over to look with them Drifter obliged of course. Ghost had their map held wide open, no doubt checking the route they’d have to take. All that stopped him was the fear of never returning “home” as the Guardian would put it, and those goddamn flying crystal menaces. With what Quirrel told him about the crystals, Drifter was just itching to figure out how that strange technology worked. Say, if he ever had a chance to just simply be here rather than getting stuck here, he’d have to come back to inspect all of the architecture and mechanical attributes of this land. He brushed his claw against the smooth arched entryway. He stepped forward to follow them inside. No words were written, all that the sign possessed was a strange symbol in the shape of… Well, Drifter didn’t exactly know, but by the Ghost’s delight it had to be somewhat positive. Ghost ran forward suddenly, brushing past Drifter in a flurry to happily point at a sign. To Drifter’s relief, Ghost actually led him farther down from the shaman, thank gods. Especially after the whole “sickness” ordeal. Inwardly, he groaned, as he really didn’t want to have to deal with her again. Drifter was glad, no more sharp dangerous crystals and strange flying creatures that wished to skewer him on a sparkling pike.ĭrifter recognized that they were once again near the home of the strange snail. A few problems here and there, but nothing too noteworthy. Making the way out of the Caverns was in no way as hard as when the two entered.
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