Maea
Peering past the shoulders and back of her companions, Maea could only agree that fire would be a satisfying solution to the problem. Possibly her opinion was enhanced by the renewed dread that clawed against the more reasonable parts of her mind, painting shadows along the edges of sanity until it was nearly impossible to accurately gague what was reasonably cautious and what was overkill.
Right now she was heartily sick of this place, and sorry that she had suggested it in the first place.
"Yeah, let's burn it." She cast a glance at Talyson's back. "You might want to start heading back... If we're going to do this, we'll need to make it really hot."
Pulling her bag off the shoulders, Maea began to rummage through the contents, and uncovered a tightly sealed bottle which she handed to Thalassa. "Lamp oilil," she explained shortly. "Should make for a nice bang.."
Maea agrees with Thalassa and suggests using oil to enhance their firepower.
Right now she was heartily sick of this place, and sorry that she had suggested it in the first place.
"Yeah, let's burn it." She cast a glance at Talyson's back. "You might want to start heading back... If we're going to do this, we'll need to make it really hot."
Pulling her bag off the shoulders, Maea began to rummage through the contents, and uncovered a tightly sealed bottle which she handed to Thalassa. "Lamp oilil," she explained shortly. "Should make for a nice bang.."
Maea agrees with Thalassa and suggests using oil to enhance their firepower.
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
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