[He sounds... well. Not ominous, despite the strange nature of this entire thing, and she feels no particular sense of malevolence from the spirit...]
I... can. Sort of.
[She'd sort of hoped he would come into focus as he came closer, because the lens of the sea serpent's eye she'd scavenged (er, cut out of a corpse) in Nalawi was kind of heavy.
She rolls it onto the ground in front of her, shifting about awkwardly.]
no subject
I... can. Sort of.
[She'd sort of hoped he would come into focus as he came closer, because the lens of the sea serpent's eye she'd scavenged (er, cut out of a corpse) in Nalawi was kind of heavy.
She rolls it onto the ground in front of her, shifting about awkwardly.]
Could you, um. Take a seat here, perhaps?
[In front of the lens, a few paces away.]