"I still think that thing looks like a hell of a dungeon," Cam said to no one in particular as they arrived at the Spire, almost-empty backpack hanging from their shoulder. They'd almost brought a canteen until they'd remembered that they didn't actually have to hydrate anymore, so instead the backpack just contained their sketchbook and a couple pencils. Just in case they had an opportunity to draw. The Spire certainly created a striking landscape, and ever since Cam had arrived at its base, they'd had this sneaking suspicion that it was full of treasure and traps and probably cursed. The few things they'd heard about the place just served to encourage that idea.
"Hey, Mabel." Cam put their backpack by the wagon of tools and turned to Isla. "Hi, I'm Cameron. I'm here to help -- where should we start?"
"Hey, Mabel." Cam put their backpack by the wagon of tools and turned to Isla. "Hi, I'm Cameron. I'm here to help -- where should we start?"
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"Cameras" by Ennev is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
