[ Speak of the devil and he appears. One of the walls frost over, then shifts into mist. Out of it steps Algric, more ghost than person by now. Those cracks running through him are completely clear, while the rest of him is ... human-shaped? But there's a layer of mist nearly everywhere, obscuring his features. No colour. No copper curls.
He's silent a moment at Jonah's comment. Relieved to see Tim and Jonah in one piece. ]
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He's silent a moment at Jonah's comment. Relieved to see Tim and Jonah in one piece. ]
Why, Jon? Why'd you come?