[Ademnet wipes his sweaty face on his sleeve and puffs out an audible breath.]
It don't make sense. They got an inn and a store, but no market? No sign of folk livin' in any of the houses? Even for a traveler's oasis, that ain't right--and this place don't seem to be on a major road, either. Ain't no way this is all of it. It don't make sense.
[Leave, his instincts tell him. Grab whatever supplies you can and run. But if this place is magical, as he believes, then leaving is unlikely to be so simple. At a loss, he looks up at Barnabas, hoping the man will have some better idea of what to do.]
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It don't make sense. They got an inn and a store, but no market? No sign of folk livin' in any of the houses? Even for a traveler's oasis, that ain't right--and this place don't seem to be on a major road, either. Ain't no way this is all of it. It don't make sense.
[Leave, his instincts tell him. Grab whatever supplies you can and run. But if this place is magical, as he believes, then leaving is unlikely to be so simple. At a loss, he looks up at Barnabas, hoping the man will have some better idea of what to do.]