[As River extracts the ambiguously threatening note from the doll, Wilhelm fidgets with the bike's handlebars.]
I'm not sure if the hat man is a real person or, like, something in their heads. The red room too. If they're under some kind of spell, maybe they're having shared visions.
[That seems to be a pretty common side effect of magic going nutty around here. He himself had once been haunted by recurring visions of a crumbling ivy-covered tower in the shape of a person's head. You know, just Abraxas things...]
Okay... [Assessing which direction Annabeth and Percy had come from, he nods toward a side street that cuts between rows of wooden houses.] Let's try this way. It will take us toward where all the shops are.
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I'm not sure if the hat man is a real person or, like, something in their heads. The red room too. If they're under some kind of spell, maybe they're having shared visions.
[That seems to be a pretty common side effect of magic going nutty around here. He himself had once been haunted by recurring visions of a crumbling ivy-covered tower in the shape of a person's head. You know, just Abraxas things...]
Okay... [Assessing which direction Annabeth and Percy had come from, he nods toward a side street that cuts between rows of wooden houses.] Let's try this way. It will take us toward where all the shops are.