He looks thoughtful. "I wonder if it counts as a tradition. In a way, it has been passed down several times, and in another, not at all. Nonetheless, you're quite right."
He picks up a featureless white mask that only has eye holes. "My other mask actually had a permanent scrying spell on it so that I could see through it without the need for any holes at all. Perhaps I'll get a new one made eventually, but I'm afraid it was probably one of a kind.">>473497
"Oh? Never handled a gun before?">>473498
You hear an unintelligible growl from within.
"Come on in, private. It'd better be good."
As you enter, Sunnyskies straightens a bit. "Ah, Lieutenant Heart. Good to have you in the warcamp. Sit down! Join us!"
Umlock barks something gruff in a foreign tongue, and September replies in it. He looks pensive a moment, then nods.>>473499>>473500
You think you get a good look at his face before he slips on a featureless mask. That was close.>>473501
You carry her off like a sack of potatoes. "It's okay…">>473502
A quick hike around the ship reveals that there is no galley on this particular vessel. However, you do find plenty of water and pumps in the bilge. They have taps for water drawing and are connected to complex mechanisms.>>473503
"What's a boar know about rolling?">>473507
You kind of get the jist of it. It's an odd dialect of Prench.
You get jostled by some more northsponies.>>473504
Right… this is just a dream… or a memory, at least. It's not real. Felfire appearing is like a anchor, casting you back into reality. A certain melancholy fills you as you realize the donkey that you were laughing along with, now donning a mask, is just a figment of your mind. Something that was once, but is no more.