Night 70: Underground Lake

[nobleman]

[From here.]

They appeared in the same area as they always did when they transported, but a different part of it. As Guy found his feet unsteadily settle on the other bank of the shore, where the ferryman had taken them the night before, he almost stumbled right into the lapping water of the lake. He stopped himself up, sucking in a breath as he came face-to-face with one of those drowned ghouls.

Guy regained his balance, backed away, and then glanced at the torches that only sort of lit the way into the tunnel where they would be heading next. It was just as dark and mysterious as it had been last night, but they couldn't let some apprehension stop them now.

"Well, at least that ferryman kept his word," Guy said. "No toll, no crossing the river, we're just... here." Which meant that they probably shouldn't waste any time seeing where the tunnel led.

Comments

[lighthearted]

This skeleton was quite the character. Did he really mean that about the spiders, or was this all just one big joke to him? Sora tilted his head to the side in confusion, but it wasn't long before he got a more direct explanation.

So they were going to have to give up one of their senses to get across. That actually seemed like a pretty high price, especially since the ferryman was making it sound like they would need to do that each time they wanted to cross. Seeing how they were eventually going to want to get back to Farwell, Sora had to keep that in mind.

It was true that giving up your sense of smell wasn't such a big deal, though. Sora was thinking it over when Locke came over and showed him a note. Seeing that offer, Sora was quick to shake his head. "No! You already don't have your voice, so it wouldn't be fair."

Besides, there was something Sora wanted to ask first. He turned his attention back to the skeleton and crossed his arms over his chest. "So... if we give up a sense, does that mean it's gone forever?" he asked. "Or will it be back by morning, like with most of the stuff here?" He wanted to be clear on that before he agreed to anything.

[trolltaker]

There was always someone who wanted to take the bullet first. Not that it particularly mattered to Charon. As someone who was already dead, he didn't find the toll to be all that unreasonable. If they wanted to squabble over who got to first, so be it.

Scratching his chin out of habit, Charon considered the boy's question. "Depends on if the guy in charge feels like giving it back," he answered after a moment. "Heheh, not that I'd mind keeping it safe for you."