[IC - Drop]
[it's a perfectly normal (at least as normal as Camp gets) afternoon, the kind where you think absolutely nothing could go wrong. Gale seems to think that too, but judging from the way he just stopped walking on his way to the Embryon cabin and glanced skyward, you might not be able to tell. the angry, bright green lines traveling up his left leg might be cause for concern, however.]
... must I?
... must I?