Callum
What's the worst that could happen
Callum stalks forward, stepping around the remains of what appear to be a woman, if he was guessing based on clothing and jewelry - though he supposes he shouldn't make assumptions. Either way, they're very dead. No more than bones, really, though at least they're so decomposed that they no longer smell. Not that it particularly helps the stench of the Descent.
In any case, he snorts lightly. "I'd be very bad at my job if I couldn't figure it out." He shoots her a grin, his gaze catching on the rings she flaunts. If he was a betting man, he would put money on one of those being the secret to Flora's invisibility that day on the beach.
Whatever Callum is about to say in return dies in his throat as he tenses, sensing the same thing that Flora apparently does. He readies his crossbow. "Yeah," he says, a sharpness in his voice that hasn't been there so far on this little excursion. "Something's coming."
In any case, he snorts lightly. "I'd be very bad at my job if I couldn't figure it out." He shoots her a grin, his gaze catching on the rings she flaunts. If he was a betting man, he would put money on one of those being the secret to Flora's invisibility that day on the beach.
Whatever Callum is about to say in return dies in his throat as he tenses, sensing the same thing that Flora apparently does. He readies his crossbow. "Yeah," he says, a sharpness in his voice that hasn't been there so far on this little excursion. "Something's coming."
When two worlds collide
