Personally, Connor was more of a punk fan, but any music at all was better than endless white noise from a forest full of monsters.
He looked around at an offended "'ey" from across the fire, where a large man with scars on his face and bandages around his hands had plunked himself down, looking irritable but no worse for wear, comparably. There was a moment that Connor simply stared at the man, big eyes and parted lips, before he caught himself and looked back around at Jake.
"This is bullshit. We're just fodder for some eldritch asshole? Does it feed on misery or something?"
His outrage wasn't strange; many of them that had arrived and learned about their predicament had wondered the same. It wasn't even the biggest logical leap to make.
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He looked around at an offended "'ey" from across the fire, where a large man with scars on his face and bandages around his hands had plunked himself down, looking irritable but no worse for wear, comparably. There was a moment that Connor simply stared at the man, big eyes and parted lips, before he caught himself and looked back around at Jake.
"This is bullshit. We're just fodder for some eldritch asshole? Does it feed on misery or something?"
His outrage wasn't strange; many of them that had arrived and learned about their predicament had wondered the same. It wasn't even the biggest logical leap to make.