[ This would not rank highly on Ardbert's list of favorite cars thus far. In fact, it might be at the very bottom of the list, or tied with the one where he lost his tongue. While his time as a wandering shade on the First had been a terrible limbo suffused with far too much light, the opposite experience is somehow no better. Either way, it reminds him of those long years spent in a state of non-existence, with only his own dark thoughts as company.
He has no means of creating light, though he's at least stumbled onto a piece of wood that could serve as a torch. As he inches his way through the pitch blackness in hopes of finding some clue as to how to complete this challenge and find the cauldron, he's a bit too much in his own head to realize there's another living soul nearby.
(It's not quite the same. As a ghost, his stomach didn't turn over on itself like this.)
When a voice suddenly cuts through the dead silence, Ardbert drops the piece of wood in shock, tensing his legs as he's halfway to grabbing his axe before he realizes that he's not being attacked. More like addressed with annoyance. ]
Apologies. I didn't see you there.
[ Coming through grit teeth, it doesn't quite sound like a joke. ]
3 (this is the best way to meet, right?)
He has no means of creating light, though he's at least stumbled onto a piece of wood that could serve as a torch. As he inches his way through the pitch blackness in hopes of finding some clue as to how to complete this challenge and find the cauldron, he's a bit too much in his own head to realize there's another living soul nearby.
(It's not quite the same. As a ghost, his stomach didn't turn over on itself like this.)
When a voice suddenly cuts through the dead silence, Ardbert drops the piece of wood in shock, tensing his legs as he's halfway to grabbing his axe before he realizes that he's not being attacked. More like addressed with annoyance. ]
Apologies. I didn't see you there.
[ Coming through grit teeth, it doesn't quite sound like a joke. ]