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earlgay[Between being manhandled by pirates and then getting thrown into a cavern, today hasn't been a good day for Gaelio. With the wary set of his shoulders and slow, measured steps, he takes time to assess his surroundings as he wanders the maze. At one point, he tentatively calls out:]
Is anyone there?
[As soon as the words leave his lips, he scowls. He almost doesn't want to know.
After he's walked for a while, Gaelio stretches his hand to lean against the nearest wall. His knees tingle, his feet somewhat sore from the burden of his weight. But the place he rests his hand feels strange, and he turns his head to look before recoiling in horror.
Is that a hand? That looks like a hand. There's a hand in the wall.]
D-disgusting . . .
[The rest of the wall looks very much the same, full of grooves and bumps shaped like body parts. His own stomach begins to flip at the grotesque sight, and Gaelio turns away sharply lest he hurl right there. Never mind his tired feet—he's going to keep walking.]
Is anyone there?
[As soon as the words leave his lips, he scowls. He almost doesn't want to know.
After he's walked for a while, Gaelio stretches his hand to lean against the nearest wall. His knees tingle, his feet somewhat sore from the burden of his weight. But the place he rests his hand feels strange, and he turns his head to look before recoiling in horror.
Is that a hand? That looks like a hand. There's a hand in the wall.]
D-disgusting . . .
[The rest of the wall looks very much the same, full of grooves and bumps shaped like body parts. His own stomach begins to flip at the grotesque sight, and Gaelio turns away sharply lest he hurl right there. Never mind his tired feet—he's going to keep walking.]