[ With the understanding that it may take Urianger a good few moments to find his bearings, Thancred does take the opportunity to kneel down and pull an acorn out of his pocket to give to the nutkin. Its small hands reach out and grip around the treat instantly, and then it chitters in approval before scurrying off to find a place to enjoy its bounty.
He stands then, more or less in time with Urianger's query. A guide? Yes, that's as good a way as any to put it, and so he gives a nod. ]
Aye, more or less. I'm the one who brought you here.
[ The brisk wind cuts through the trees, stirring both his white coat and his hair. It's nothing he hasn't felt countless times before while in Sharlayan.
He makes a wide gesture to all of the scenery around them, the trees and architecture alike. Normally there would be far more people milling about, but here it's all vacant save for the two of them. ]
This is a recreation of a place from my home. We're in a realm called the Horizon, which is mutable to our thoughts. Think of aught you might want to create, and you will find you're able to do so with just a bit of concentration.
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He stands then, more or less in time with Urianger's query. A guide? Yes, that's as good a way as any to put it, and so he gives a nod. ]
Aye, more or less. I'm the one who brought you here.
[ The brisk wind cuts through the trees, stirring both his white coat and his hair. It's nothing he hasn't felt countless times before while in Sharlayan.
He makes a wide gesture to all of the scenery around them, the trees and architecture alike. Normally there would be far more people milling about, but here it's all vacant save for the two of them. ]
This is a recreation of a place from my home. We're in a realm called the Horizon, which is mutable to our thoughts. Think of aught you might want to create, and you will find you're able to do so with just a bit of concentration.