Thunder Dome i'm bad in the walls, asbestos

the earthen colored male is visible to ingram and he voidwalker takes a moment to study the other. this is not an aggressive action, simply one meant to sate his curiousity; endless as it seems to be these days.

no, the dreadfather assures with a soft, rumbling chuckle. though this place seems like a bit of a haven, but the stone walls pressing down might quickly become too overwhelming. for ingram, it reminds him of his nightwife and there is a longing that jabs at his heart like a blunted blade.

swiftly, those thoughts are whisked away.

i am laying claim to the plateau, not too far away, though.