"It's made of the rock -- of the mountain itself...." Urgan says to no one in particular, but loud enough to be heard. But does it have a mind? he asks himself, unspoken.
Urgan is not by nature brave. He sees himself as an artist, and as a scholar. The thing had ignored the illusion he had tried to place in its mind, so now he reached out, psychically, assaying whether there was even a mind there he could exploit. A niggle, to distract or confuse this beast. Because Urgan was angry, at this crearture and at himself, regretting the loss of Scamp.
Urgan reached out with his thoughts, probing the mind of this monster.
Urgan is not by nature brave. He sees himself as an artist, and as a scholar. The thing had ignored the illusion he had tried to place in its mind, so now he reached out, psychically, assaying whether there was even a mind there he could exploit. A niggle, to distract or confuse this beast. Because Urgan was angry, at this crearture and at himself, regretting the loss of Scamp.
Urgan reached out with his thoughts, probing the mind of this monster.
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