#neketaka

Half the setting and lore is the boldest, best and greatest in a video game, but because it's PoE and everything has to come back round to the white atheist edgy big brain 'philosophy' they do a Pterry's Nation and cast all the good aside to affirm themselves over the world they have created and the real world people's it is grounded in.

Edér couldn't help a chuckle. "Not your most graceful moment to be sure," he agreed. The Watcher had just dispatched a foe with a flurry of bolts, looking every bit as heroic as the Roparu rumors claimed-- only to roll her ankle and fall down a landing of stairs gracelessly immediately afterward. Not a particularly flattering moment for anyone, but she would get over it. "Don't worry about it too much, Icks. We all have those days. You'll be the butt of the joke for a couple of days, then you move on."

Eder kept pace with her as she limped tender-footedly though the Berth, intent on getting back to the docks. The Watcher would be sidelined for a couple of days while she rested her ankle on the ship, but perhaps this injury was a boon in disguise? A chance for everyone to rest a little and wake up in the same place for once. To restock their larder, get a couple of decent meals and refresh themselves before setting back out to sea.

"Curse Neketaka for being this large. And having so many stairs," Ixora muttered as she gingerly navigated a steep flight of steps,.

"Well, we could always roll down. It'd be faster," he quipped.