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Men? Hands? Tybault blinked, still too distracted by the strangeness of it all to really register anything else. Least of all the fish. The fish that was twitching around pathetically while they —

Okay. Yeah. The fish. He stepped forward to end its struggles, still a little dazed. His eyes found the coywolf again.

Wheat, He repeated slowly. Been a long time since I've seen any of that. The man spoke oddly. Tybault had only just noticed that.

It's probably all ash by now, He mused half to himself. Yeah, he was losing it alright. The Gilded Sea. The Ashen Sea, maybe. Tybault might have laughed at that if he wasn't already aware that he was acting very strangely.

Was this how Reverie felt?