ITP: not the afterlife
[In the center of Camp one man just bear-hugged another. They both look like they've been through hell--blood and dirt, the works] Oh Cuthbert, I had hope 'twould be a longer wait for thee--
I could not stay away so long.
[and then they turn to you, yes YOU] Is this truly the other side? 'tis not what I expected the clearing to be. Tell me, how did you die?
If you could tell us a place to wash we'd be grateful, sai. I'm not keen on walking about in my own blood.
((Cuthbert and Alain have aged up... and obviously think they're dead. Play along, tell them otherwise, go wild!))
I could not stay away so long.
[and then they turn to you, yes YOU] Is this truly the other side? 'tis not what I expected the clearing to be. Tell me, how did you die?
If you could tell us a place to wash we'd be grateful, sai. I'm not keen on walking about in my own blood.
((Cuthbert and Alain have aged up... and obviously think they're dead. Play along, tell them otherwise, go wild!))