[YOUR AWKWARD COVER STORY WON'T BE SAVED BY MONSTERS JUST YET, BUDDY
But maybe soon. The fog is getting thick, and it's only because James has the layout of this town seared into his brain that he's fairly certain they're heading the right way. Are those... moths he sees, fluttering in his periphery?]
You're a... traveling mortician.
[Help??? On one hand: yeah he can see it. On the other: what.]
...Sounds to me like someone who deals in death would be drawn to this town on principle alone.
[Up ahead, there is the sound of wings fluttering. Very, very faint for now. He assumes it's just the moths. This would be weird if he'd not experienced it before, and he tenses, but not enough to be worrisome just yet.]
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But maybe soon. The fog is getting thick, and it's only because James has the layout of this town seared into his brain that he's fairly certain they're heading the right way. Are those... moths he sees, fluttering in his periphery?]
You're a... traveling mortician.
[Help??? On one hand: yeah he can see it. On the other: what.]
...Sounds to me like someone who deals in death would be drawn to this town on principle alone.
[Up ahead, there is the sound of wings fluttering. Very, very faint for now. He assumes it's just the moths. This would be weird if he'd not experienced it before, and he tenses, but not enough to be worrisome just yet.]