Between the tracks and the scent, it's easy enough to follow the path towards the end. But where the trail ends is more difficult. A tunnel leads into Rae's Fingers, down through the volcanic tunnels that permeate the islands of Torchline.
But the footsteps and the smells have been washed away by the rising tides, now well up past one's knees, and even higher for the smaller children inside. With no more footprints to follow while trudging through the waters, there seems to be no clear indication of where to go, and time is quickly running out.
Deep in the tunnels, Trinket encourages the bigger children to pick up some of the smaller ones, carrying them piggyback or holding them up with their arms. The waters are getting high enough to be a risk to the little ones, and Trinket doesn't want them to die yet. It would be no fun for some of the hiders to die before the seekers arrive. Either all of them will be saved, or none of them will.
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The group arrives at the entrance to Rae's Fingers. With footprints washed away by the tide, another means must be found to search the tunnels.
No post order.
But the footsteps and the smells have been washed away by the rising tides, now well up past one's knees, and even higher for the smaller children inside. With no more footprints to follow while trudging through the waters, there seems to be no clear indication of where to go, and time is quickly running out.
Deep in the tunnels, Trinket encourages the bigger children to pick up some of the smaller ones, carrying them piggyback or holding them up with their arms. The waters are getting high enough to be a risk to the little ones, and Trinket doesn't want them to die yet. It would be no fun for some of the hiders to die before the seekers arrive. Either all of them will be saved, or none of them will.
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The group arrives at the entrance to Rae's Fingers. With footprints washed away by the tide, another means must be found to search the tunnels.
No post order.
