[ That dry joking comment earns an equally wry smile out of Thancred. Yes, Himeka would likely prefer it that way as well. She's not exactly uncomfortable with the attention she receives, but there is a humbleness about her when all of the "great hero" talk starts. Understandable, given her beginnings. He'd met her when she was still wide-eyed and new to the world of adventuring, her future yet unknown.
That's neither here nor there at this point, save for the fact that Thancred and Himeka have plumbed their fair share of dungeons quite like this maze.
As Geralt feels around, Thancred leans forward, trying to see as much of the room as he can before actually stepping into it. There are panels on the floor that look extremely suspect to him, but other than that...
Then Geralt pipes up, causing him to glance over, slightly incredulous. ]
We should rip off the bandage, then, is that what you're saying? I suppose it is the Horizon. What's the worst that could happen?
[ The question is at least partly facetious, but he steels himself and steps forward all the same, at least hoping that Geralt is in step with him. They should endure this together. Lo and behold, as soon as his boot hits that floor panel, the trap triggers, a green smoke bursting forth from tiny holes in the walls and clouding over them. Once it makes contact, Thancred feels something oddly familiar, as his entire form shifts without warning (or, thankfully, pain).
And then he's only a few ilms tall. A tiny creature. With smooth, moist, green skin.
He hops to the side and spots another frog. A Geralt frog. ]
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That's neither here nor there at this point, save for the fact that Thancred and Himeka have plumbed their fair share of dungeons quite like this maze.
As Geralt feels around, Thancred leans forward, trying to see as much of the room as he can before actually stepping into it. There are panels on the floor that look extremely suspect to him, but other than that...
Then Geralt pipes up, causing him to glance over, slightly incredulous. ]
We should rip off the bandage, then, is that what you're saying? I suppose it is the Horizon. What's the worst that could happen?
[ The question is at least partly facetious, but he steels himself and steps forward all the same, at least hoping that Geralt is in step with him. They should endure this together. Lo and behold, as soon as his boot hits that floor panel, the trap triggers, a green smoke bursting forth from tiny holes in the walls and clouding over them. Once it makes contact, Thancred feels something oddly familiar, as his entire form shifts without warning (or, thankfully, pain).
And then he's only a few ilms tall. A tiny creature. With smooth, moist, green skin.
He hops to the side and spots another frog. A Geralt frog. ]
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