marked me like a bloodstain
A few NPCs in Hadama 's camp had begun to braid thick ropes together to serve as railings. They'd noticed before that hardwood slats often were more of a hindrance when unloading cargo, and the thinking was that ropes with a bit of give and sway might alleviate these sorts of issues. "Anything else you wanted changed, sir?" One of the group asked, looking at Hadama expectantly.
Edmund 's magic spreads, lighting up the lanterns and making it much easier to see where potential blindspots might be, as the Ancient had already begun to consider. "Do you have a flighted shift? I can't remember." Flora wonders. If not she was sure one of the NPCs would. "That way we can make sure it looks as good from out there as it does up here."
Hadama - any improvements you want to make before the overall structure of the docks are cemented in place?
Edmund, fly (or ask an NPC) to go view the lights from the air to determine if any changes need to be made.
Dorian: wtf bro
Edmund 's magic spreads, lighting up the lanterns and making it much easier to see where potential blindspots might be, as the Ancient had already begun to consider. "Do you have a flighted shift? I can't remember." Flora wonders. If not she was sure one of the NPCs would. "That way we can make sure it looks as good from out there as it does up here."
Hadama - any improvements you want to make before the overall structure of the docks are cemented in place?
Edmund, fly (or ask an NPC) to go view the lights from the air to determine if any changes need to be made.
Dorian: wtf bro
