[Młynar blinks. He's not sure what response he expected, but somehow this throws him off a bit.]
Thank you.
[That's probably the polite response?
With the boy pulling on the handle, Młynar gets a grip on one side of the door and helps pull it upwards. This disturbs far more glitter than the process appears to justify.
The trap door opens onto...darkness. Against all laws of physics, even the light from the room they're in doesn't penetrate beyond the floor. Of course. Why let them plan ahead?
Młynar tosses his jacket down into the dark. It soon lands with a soft thwump. So it is, at least, reasonably safe to assume there's a floor.]
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Thank you.
[That's probably the polite response?
With the boy pulling on the handle, Młynar gets a grip on one side of the door and helps pull it upwards. This disturbs far more glitter than the process appears to justify.
The trap door opens onto...darkness. Against all laws of physics, even the light from the room they're in doesn't penetrate beyond the floor. Of course. Why let them plan ahead?
Młynar tosses his jacket down into the dark. It soon lands with a soft thwump. So it is, at least, reasonably safe to assume there's a floor.]