He listens in his quiet way, still moving carefully through some of the carnage left behind. Mulling it over.]
I think it may have been his intent, but some others got in his way.
[He slows to a stop, gazing intently at the ground nearby, picking it apart. Then finally, he sidesteps some mess over to the peculiar paper which has a corner licking in the wind. He bends down to lift it up with a left hand, turning it over and then back.
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He listens in his quiet way, still moving carefully through some of the carnage left behind. Mulling it over.]
I think it may have been his intent, but some others got in his way.
[He slows to a stop, gazing intently at the ground nearby, picking it apart. Then finally, he sidesteps some mess over to the peculiar paper which has a corner licking in the wind. He bends down to lift it up with a left hand, turning it over and then back.
A white scorpion...?]