Damen was beginning to think there wasn't a single thing about this place that wasn't strange. Stores full of shoes made by another, none of them fitted. Packets full of money. A language he had never seen, but inherently understood. None of it felt real. None of it felt feasible.
Dutch was waiting for them in another, larger room. She smirked at them, an expression Damen might have thought to comment upon if not for his continued, general unease.
Instead, he only said, 'Fun is not a word I'd use to describe anything about this morning.' His words trailed off however as his eyes caught on the vast windows that took up almost one entire wall. He moved toward it slowly, mouth agape at the sight that awaited him beyond the glass. For it was not a fort he saw, or at least no fort he'd ever seen before. The structures were massive, the designs neither Akielon nor Veretian. Not even Vaskian.
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Dutch was waiting for them in another, larger room. She smirked at them, an expression Damen might have thought to comment upon if not for his continued, general unease.
Instead, he only said, 'Fun is not a word I'd use to describe anything about this morning.' His words trailed off however as his eyes caught on the vast windows that took up almost one entire wall. He moved toward it slowly, mouth agape at the sight that awaited him beyond the glass. For it was not a fort he saw, or at least no fort he'd ever seen before. The structures were massive, the designs neither Akielon nor Veretian. Not even Vaskian.
All Damen could do was stare.