That's the first thing that Gordin thinks when he finally regains any and all coherency; this is not Akaneia, and so there are two options he has. This is a dream and he's just drifted off under a tree or been knocked out by a falling branch or something, or--
Or he's been taken prisoner. Again.
Either way, there's no open hostility (they'd provided some kind of gift even, keys and a place to stay and money somehow contained in a tiny little card) and so, dream or not, he only has one mode to default to. Why bother the people behind the desks when he can sit outside and read the letter over and over and over again and try to put things together into something that he can understand? If he's a prisoner then he just has to wait until he's dead or saved, and if it's a dream, then Jeorge will come and kick him in the belly soon enough. There's no real fear to it at least.
But he's providing rather an obstacle, considering how indiscriminately he's planted his butt down in front of the Welcome Centre. ...And how he's rather haphazardly thrown his bow and quiver down beside him. Do try not to trip, now.
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That's the first thing that Gordin thinks when he finally regains any and all coherency; this is not Akaneia, and so there are two options he has.
This is a dream and he's just drifted off under a tree or been knocked out by a falling branch or something, or--
Or he's been taken prisoner. Again.
Either way, there's no open hostility (they'd provided some kind of gift even, keys and a place to stay and money somehow contained in a tiny little card) and so, dream or not, he only has one mode to default to. Why bother the people behind the desks when he can sit outside and read the letter over and over and over again and try to put things together into something that he can understand? If he's a prisoner then he just has to wait until he's dead or saved, and if it's a dream, then Jeorge will come and kick him in the belly soon enough. There's no real fear to it at least.
But he's providing rather an obstacle, considering how indiscriminately he's planted his butt down in front of the Welcome Centre. ...And how he's rather haphazardly thrown his bow and quiver down beside him. Do try not to trip, now.