Re: Episode 8-6: Another Door
"It is my thought the peasants would have noticed, if these were taken from their burying-place," Sky Dog said, experimentally moving his hand away to see if the flow were truly lessening.
"My thanks for ending the last one here," the shaman addressed Whateley as the man went out in search of fresh air, then settled his shoulders back against the wall, waiting.
Pressure and nausea rendered the youth's vision hazier than ususal, but once his nosebleed had slowed to a trickle he left it to crust and hauled up, pacing carefully amongst the dead to squint up at the strange glowing-wire lanterns and then at the portal again. He re-adjusted his grip on the knife, blinked hard and tried not to sway, a sickened heat rolling up his body.