[Sheik blinks, once, twice, like the man next to him just said something completely incomprehensible.]
Oh... is that what this is.
[Except the idea is running up hard against his own experiences with the aforementioned ancient temple slash torture facility and the graveyard placed adjacent to it, which are the closest points of reference he has for the concept. People make fake versions of those sorts of things? For fun? Wild.]
And would one's interest be satisfied by such a facsimile?
[van Zieks seems... unimpressed, generally, with it all if that is the case, though Sheik still has his doubts. But he'll step back, if it's so desired, lowering his "weapon" but continuing to keep a watchful eye on the rest of the graveyard.
(And a watchful eye on van Zieks himself, as the back of his mind continues to itch with scattered points of recognition.)
Meanwhile, a thin trail of smoke wafts from the formerly flickering lantern, the warding flame within snuffed out. As it does, the ghoul on ice manages to break one foot free and begins quickened work on the other, now with three limbs to claw and pound against its shackle, and another turns towards the commotion as though noticing it for the first time and begins crossing the distance, crawling over gravestones on oddly bent and twisted limbs. So the "show" goes on.]
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Oh... is that what this is.
[Except the idea is running up hard against his own experiences with the aforementioned ancient temple slash torture facility and the graveyard placed adjacent to it, which are the closest points of reference he has for the concept. People make fake versions of those sorts of things? For fun? Wild.]
And would one's interest be satisfied by such a facsimile?
[van Zieks seems... unimpressed, generally, with it all if that is the case, though Sheik still has his doubts. But he'll step back, if it's so desired, lowering his "weapon" but continuing to keep a watchful eye on the rest of the graveyard.
(And a watchful eye on van Zieks himself, as the back of his mind continues to itch with scattered points of recognition.)
Meanwhile, a thin trail of smoke wafts from the formerly flickering lantern, the warding flame within snuffed out. As it does, the ghoul on ice manages to break one foot free and begins quickened work on the other, now with three limbs to claw and pound against its shackle, and another turns towards the commotion as though noticing it for the first time and begins crossing the distance, crawling over gravestones on oddly bent and twisted limbs. So the "show" goes on.]