[Urianger may be grieving, but it's time to lock the fuck in because this sure is a lot.
Twelve, it reminds him exactly of the state of the barricade from earlier. He takes note of the feathers, familiar as they are, and makes an internal map of what's going on with the floor before he disturbs it with his footprints.
Speaking of which, he'll be looking for any recognizable patterns in all the watery blood here.]
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Twelve, it reminds him exactly of the state of the barricade from earlier. He takes note of the feathers, familiar as they are, and makes an internal map of what's going on with the floor before he disturbs it with his footprints.
Speaking of which, he'll be looking for any recognizable patterns in all the watery blood here.]