[ While Steve examines the pulsing mass, Geralt peers into the attic. He can't hear or smell anything unusual.
He glances over his shoulder. ] It will not hurt you by touch alone. But it did consume my motorbike.
[ In small quantities, it seems harmless. As a giant moving ooze that devours—that's a different outcome. But nothing says the odd substance will behave the same way this time. Geralt has never entered the same place twice. He hasn't any idea if what he learned from his last experience will hold true. Possibly, everything has changed.
He ascends the ladder first, in case anything waits above. So far, it's quiet. The steps creak beneath his feet; Steve follows close behind. At the top, he pushes aside crates, knickknacks, then steps aside to let Steve through next. Up here, the thick sweet smell is less sharp. ]
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He glances over his shoulder. ] It will not hurt you by touch alone. But it did consume my motorbike.
[ In small quantities, it seems harmless. As a giant moving ooze that devours—that's a different outcome. But nothing says the odd substance will behave the same way this time. Geralt has never entered the same place twice. He hasn't any idea if what he learned from his last experience will hold true. Possibly, everything has changed.
He ascends the ladder first, in case anything waits above. So far, it's quiet. The steps creak beneath his feet; Steve follows close behind. At the top, he pushes aside crates, knickknacks, then steps aside to let Steve through next. Up here, the thick sweet smell is less sharp. ]