[Fuckel continues to stare at Ray, though he eventually directs his attention to what's going on closer to land. Please don't drop him, human.
Egon is about a yard away from the sandcastle when he stops, staring into the "windows" of the Sandygast. He stands there for several moments in silence, his gaze unwavering.
Then, without turning to face his partners, he mutters, under his breath:]
...the modern Prometheus. [He kneels closer, offering a hand for the Sandygast to...uh...feel? Can't really shake hands with a sandcastle.] Greetings. Please do not stab me with the knife. It would hurt very badly.
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Egon is about a yard away from the sandcastle when he stops, staring into the "windows" of the Sandygast. He stands there for several moments in silence, his gaze unwavering.
Then, without turning to face his partners, he mutters, under his breath:]
...the modern Prometheus. [He kneels closer, offering a hand for the Sandygast to...uh...feel? Can't really shake hands with a sandcastle.] Greetings. Please do not stab me with the knife. It would hurt very badly.