Trebuchet trundles merrily along behind Catherine and Derrick, not saying much, but seeming rather intrigued by the environment. Occasionally he'll pluck a bit of branch off a tree, or scoop a rock off the ground...only to discard the find after a few minutes of inspection.
His alien, yet somehow familiar mind whirls around the 'nodes' as he thnks of them; the crucial elements of the puzzle. Children of Winter. Townsfolk. Poison Dusk Lizardmen. Absence of natural fauna. The variables spun and danced.
Soon enough, they'd have more information. What joy!
His alien, yet somehow familiar mind whirls around the 'nodes' as he thnks of them; the crucial elements of the puzzle. Children of Winter. Townsfolk. Poison Dusk Lizardmen. Absence of natural fauna. The variables spun and danced.
Soon enough, they'd have more information. What joy!