Maybe somewhere in the Manor there's a new stool with a vaguely Sans-like air to it. It's short and squat and lists slightly to the side when you sit on it. Horrifying thought.
"Or they'd have to worry about you," Lambert says dryly. "Like I said, you really don't have enough of you left to go around. I'm sure you'd find a way to get in trouble, anyway."
As he speaks, though, he's focusing his attention on their surroundings, keeping an ear out for any sign or sound of creatures. It's an unnatural forest, so one can never know what to expect around here... though he'll stop the horse briefly so he can look up, frowning.
"Something big passed through there. Flying." he points out snapped branches, though whether Strange's poor human eyes can make them out in the twilight ... well. That's his problem. "Looks like he's got us hunting monsters."
and gonna speed up the tracking a bit here
"Or they'd have to worry about you," Lambert says dryly. "Like I said, you really don't have enough of you left to go around. I'm sure you'd find a way to get in trouble, anyway."
As he speaks, though, he's focusing his attention on their surroundings, keeping an ear out for any sign or sound of creatures. It's an unnatural forest, so one can never know what to expect around here... though he'll stop the horse briefly so he can look up, frowning.
"Something big passed through there. Flying." he points out snapped branches, though whether Strange's poor human eyes can make them out in the twilight ... well. That's his problem. "Looks like he's got us hunting monsters."