[That doesn't make any sense. Once again, Flynn was right by him; now, suddenly, he's somewhere else. There's only one explanation Ademnet can think of: someone is using magic on them both.
Corbie business. Blind me, this ain't good.]
Still here--I ain't moved. You all right?
[He searches the walls for some kind of opening, some way to break through to where he hears Flynn's muffled voice. He doesn't find one.]
no subject
Corbie business. Blind me, this ain't good.]
Still here--I ain't moved. You all right?
[He searches the walls for some kind of opening, some way to break through to where he hears Flynn's muffled voice. He doesn't find one.]
I'll figure this out. Just stay calm, yeah?