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Yeah, they aren't fishing. That's a war harpoon. Also, not only did they leave the fish, but they left the weapon??? That tells me they have enough to fire and forget.
That suggests a very large group, possibly an entire town or city, and they aren't dealing with a group that makes their own weapons. Rather, they're seeing a group that has people making weapons for them, and harpoon heads aren't viewed as valuables, so much as expenditures.
Forl is tired of hiking, and he wants to settle down. Understandable, but it's coloring his perceptions and suppressing his instincts. Imua still has reservations, and is being cautious, but she wants to settle down too. Both of them need to keep a weather eye out.
That suggests a very large group, possibly an entire town or city, and they aren't dealing with a group that makes their own weapons. Rather, they're seeing a group that has people making weapons for them, and harpoon heads aren't viewed as valuables, so much as expenditures.
Forl is tired of hiking, and he wants to settle down. Understandable, but it's coloring his perceptions and suppressing his instincts. Imua still has reservations, and is being cautious, but she wants to settle down too. Both of them need to keep a weather eye out.
A really handsome dusky scene, gets across the "doing emergency work into the twilight" process splendidly.
When Ribocky the Lovable Chubster mentioned giants throwing harpoons, I thought about the Sivilão Ormer,
and Hiker echoed the suspicion a few panels down.
So strange and thrilling to hear dreks whip out worlds like "Seattle", "Rushmore" or "piercings" every now and them,
it feels like someone walks over my grave, this realization of the world's origins.
When Ribocky the Lovable Chubster mentioned giants throwing harpoons, I thought about the Sivilão Ormer,
and Hiker echoed the suspicion a few panels down.
So strange and thrilling to hear dreks whip out worlds like "Seattle", "Rushmore" or "piercings" every now and them,
it feels like someone walks over my grave, this realization of the world's origins.
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