[She'd given them a wide berth, at first. The gnarled and nightmarishly twisted shapes that seem to have risen from the earth itself give her an eerie feeling. It's not just that they're wretchedly ugly and also creepy as fuck, but because they do remind her of something. Perhaps the ones back on Drearburh had been made entirely of bones and stone and stretched human leather, skeletal shapes that were at least familiar, but they were no less ghastly for it. Her mouth is a downturned line of displeasure as they look upon it now.]
Yeah, kinda. They look like religious alters or something. You know, the shitty cult kind. The nothing good ever comes of this kind.
[But what's the alternative? They need to find a way the fuck out of this place, and they can't do that until they have a more thorough understanding of what it contains. At least, that's how she's come to see it.]
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Yeah, kinda. They look like religious alters or something. You know, the shitty cult kind. The nothing good ever comes of this kind.
[But what's the alternative? They need to find a way the fuck out of this place, and they can't do that until they have a more thorough understanding of what it contains. At least, that's how she's come to see it.]