Yussa cocks his head at the pornographic painting, trying to decide why it troubles him. Hardly the subject matter. Maybe it really is the thought of sand in awkward places. Or worse, the thought of Halas standing here ages ago and looking at this same thing. He doesn't look away until Caleb speaks, and when he does it's to look around the gallery.
"My theory is that some of these paintings are doorways. I think we will find very few dead ends here." He won't say none, because there is far too much left to map before he can make any definitive statements. But he would be surprised.
"Let's try the next level up."
He heads back toward the ramp, moving to the next floor. They are greeted by a series of strange landscapes. Yussa feels drawn to them and an almost fond look flickers across his face.
"I think these are depicting the Feywild," he says, turning his head toward Caleb as the other man joins him. After walking through the Astral Sea - even with a barrier - it's nice to see something that feels less.. hostile. At least, it does to him.
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"My theory is that some of these paintings are doorways. I think we will find very few dead ends here." He won't say none, because there is far too much left to map before he can make any definitive statements. But he would be surprised.
"Let's try the next level up."
He heads back toward the ramp, moving to the next floor. They are greeted by a series of strange landscapes. Yussa feels drawn to them and an almost fond look flickers across his face.
"I think these are depicting the Feywild," he says, turning his head toward Caleb as the other man joins him. After walking through the Astral Sea - even with a barrier - it's nice to see something that feels less.. hostile. At least, it does to him.