[ The thing about the lake is there's a nice, wide path of trampled snow leading to and around it. Jimmy's about as far as you can get from a tracker, but it's just common sense to stick to places well-trafficked by corporeal feet. Besides, it's comforting—after Serthica, populated with unwitting zombies and robots and life-size puppets—to hear normal human conversation and even the occasional wild, non-terrified shout.
Anyway. He's found a log to sit on, where he can skeptically regard a borrowed pair of blades meant to be strapped to his boots (in one hand) and a little vial of something black and sludgy (in the other). ]
Huh? [ Jimmy's head snaps up. He looks out over the lake, but sees only a few stray skaters and the fisherman who's been so still it's like he's intent on becoming one with the lake. ] Was it funny?
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Anyway. He's found a log to sit on, where he can skeptically regard a borrowed pair of blades meant to be strapped to his boots (in one hand) and a little vial of something black and sludgy (in the other). ]
Huh? [ Jimmy's head snaps up. He looks out over the lake, but sees only a few stray skaters and the fisherman who's been so still it's like he's intent on becoming one with the lake. ] Was it funny?