( audio ) un: jd

[baum]

Hey. Hi, I'm new, I guess.

[ Water can be heard sloshing the sides of the boat around him. Of course, maybe you're on his boat, in which case you get to see him in person, huddled with the device in his hands and his lit candle between his knees. ]

Uh, I don't...fully understand what's going on here. I mean, I read the short version. Taravast, Sa-Hareth. I get it, I'm not in Kansas anymore.

I don't get what we're supposed to be doing. Does anyone know where we're sailing to? And they said keep the candles lit. What happens if we don't, does anyone know? It sounds like magic, and fairytales, and nothing that makes any sense to me. And why can't we sail during the day, is something after us?

[ Something's always after him. This is...well it's a new kind of horror, and it reads like something out of a nightmare, honestly, but he's taken unbelievable horror in stride before. It's just normally the product of science fiction and not fantasy.

But he can deal. Probably.

Also, he should establish allies if he can. Without drawing potential threats to himself. There's a reason this is audio and not video. ]

Name's John Dixon. Uh, for all that this is new to me, I'm a pretty good handyman, so. Let me know if there's somewhere I can pitch in.

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[baum]

Hey, uh. Hermione.

[ There's a name he's never heard before. Watch him trip over how to pronounce it. ]

If we're being followed, I feel like it's a bad idea to keep lights lit on our boats at night.

This is the stuff I need to know, though. How many enemies, how powerful? And what kind of monsters? If we need to fight, we should be putting some kind of plan together. Something beyond just candles, you know?

[reparo]

[Sweet Circe, is every young adult dragged into this world experienced at survival and combat? Then again, the alternative is for civillians to be dragged into this with absolutely no way of defending themselves.]

Yes. Well. I feel like the candles are doing a lot to keep creatures from attacking our boats, and magic doesn't always listen to reason. Please keep it lit, for everyone's sake.

For the rest, we've dealt with fire-casting witches, with tyrants, with the undead, with soul-sucking creatures...a bear, at one point.

[baum]

I'm not gonna put it out.

[ However edgy it might make him. His one candle isn't going to make a difference when the boats are full of them, anyway.

Also, there's that list, and then a bear. John can't help but laugh. ]

A bear.

Well, magic is new to me, and I'd need a hell of a lot more than what I have to take care of a bear. Do they arm us here, or just light our fires?

[reparo]

I don't think they do...[What kind of a guy comes asking if they get armed? Maybe they picked him up at the very end, so he didn't have time to experience much of Taravast at all, maybe that's it.]

No, they don't. When I woke up here, the people that had me emprisoned had taken away my weapon, but I managed to retrieve it when I escaped. I think maybe it's a matter of finding yourself one.

Do you fight or...? [A hesitation.] It's just - you look. Young?