"Exactly that. I've been wondering if it's not just some more expansive version of the labyrinth spell," Childermass begins once he steps out into the hallway, picking left at random and keeping a hand braced against the wall as he walks down the hall that way. It would be too easy to fall back into rambling about magic, he thankfully realizes, and so he leaves it at that.
He can only hope Lambert will know to follow along closely or be left behind because three doors down the scent of lavender perfume that the man had followed is rapidly vanishing, along with anything else he may have attributed to that area of the Celebration.
On the fourth door, Childermass reaches out to grip the handle and turn, shouldering it open without hesitation. He fully expects it to be his and, unsurprisingly, it is. One room with a king bed, mostly due to the fact that his usual trailermate is literally a talking bird. He hasn't brought all that much with him, either. Only what could be packed into what appears to be... a bag shaped like a killer whale?
Yes. That is a thing, a thing he owns. It's nothing he would have picked out on his own, but useful nonetheless, all right?
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He can only hope Lambert will know to follow along closely or be left behind because three doors down the scent of lavender perfume that the man had followed is rapidly vanishing, along with anything else he may have attributed to that area of the Celebration.
On the fourth door, Childermass reaches out to grip the handle and turn, shouldering it open without hesitation. He fully expects it to be his and, unsurprisingly, it is. One room with a king bed, mostly due to the fact that his usual trailermate is literally a talking bird. He hasn't brought all that much with him, either. Only what could be packed into what appears to be... a bag shaped like a killer whale?
Yes. That is a thing, a thing he owns. It's nothing he would have picked out on his own, but useful nonetheless, all right?