twelve crowns

[brokemysmolder]

[video]

[Flynn is deep in the Underground, carrying a torch and a cast-iron skillet. He alternates between a close examination of the ground and a wary glance around him.

His eyes fall upon the screen and he lights up.]

THERE you are!

[He tucks the skillet under one hand to pick up the device

Comments

[stilluphere]

You know, that pan of your would probably work better as a weapon if you'd actually hang onto it when something attacks you.

[brokemysmolder]

Have you ever been attacked by a mountain?

[stilluphere]

Aren't you underground? How'd a mountain wander in there?

[brokemysmolder]

How does ANYTHING happen in this place?

[stilluphere]

The world works in strange and mysterious ways, my friend. I saw some floating giants, once.

Where is this place, anyway?

[brokemysmolder]

The City. More than that, I have no idea. Don't worry about it - rumor has it you probably won't be around long.

[stilluphere]

That's a shame. It seems like a nice sort of place to do a little deal here and there.

[brokemysmolder]

What kind of dealing?