[On the bright side, honey is good for mild burns.
Młynar is not considering the bright side right now.
He doesn't have experience being moved like this via Arts. This could all be an illusion, of course. But if it is, it's one that's detailed enough that the level of power and control necessary to cast it probably isn't far off from the level needed to cause the door to actually change into wall behind them. A glance over his shoulder shows a very convincing expanse of solid stone.
Młynar does, though, have context for glitter. Those fools who call themselves knights just because they can knock some people around in an arena use it on outfits sometimes. Or at least it's common on all the inevitable merchandise. For reasons he will be unable to explain if asked, Młynar is completely certain of one thing about glitter: it's impossible to get rid of even if you aren't covered in...yes, this has to be honey.
He is also certain that if there's a door out of here, it's under the glitter. There isn't one anywhere else, after all.]
Hell. Someone has decided to put us through a uniquely incomprehensible hell.
[He begins trying to shove glitter aside with a foot. It mostly sticks to his boot.]
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Młynar is not considering the bright side right now.
He doesn't have experience being moved like this via Arts. This could all be an illusion, of course. But if it is, it's one that's detailed enough that the level of power and control necessary to cast it probably isn't far off from the level needed to cause the door to actually change into wall behind them. A glance over his shoulder shows a very convincing expanse of solid stone.
Młynar does, though, have context for glitter. Those fools who call themselves knights just because they can knock some people around in an arena use it on outfits sometimes. Or at least it's common on all the inevitable merchandise. For reasons he will be unable to explain if asked, Młynar is completely certain of one thing about glitter: it's impossible to get rid of even if you aren't covered in...yes, this has to be honey.
He is also certain that if there's a door out of here, it's under the glitter. There isn't one anywhere else, after all.]
Hell. Someone has decided to put us through a uniquely incomprehensible hell.
[He begins trying to shove glitter aside with a foot. It mostly sticks to his boot.]