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following immediately after at the water's edge

Thinking for a moment of his husband and how they'd encouraged this little curiosity of his, Chalcanthite kept the building excitement over the prospect of getting off-world with someone more neutral as he took Almadel's arm.

While his opinion hadn't been the best of them during the kosopod infestation at their museum, as well as how Brassite had been pulled out into space, one-on-one, the merchant seemed well enough for his needs.

"Of course, stories are something I enjoy hearing as well as telling. Though the database is something I had limited access to, you would have to speak with the knight who owns it to find out more." Keeping the name out for now, since it would be something worth trading for information later, he looked up at the sky once more.

"I saw Hamelin flooding, though that must have been so long ago that I believe much of the water has probably receded, or at least evaporated." Putting a time to those glimpses he'd gotten after drinking the vials had been hard. It wasn't something he could ask the average person, and even more than that, the likelihood of someone both being from that time and not being combative had been a hard combination to find.

"Off we go then?" Keeping his voice patient and calm still, even as he was preparing himself to try and remember everything he could see and explore as much as he could in whatever time was allowed. He wouldn't be rude, not especially since it wouldn't benefit further meetings with Almadel.

It was sound advice, though he hadn't fully expected how strange this method of travel would feel. It wasn't quite a death grip, but that momentary feeling of falling had caused his whole body to tense. Ever since that bath in the ice, he'd had even more of an aversion to the feeling of falling.

It was unfathomably uncomfortable, and when his body started to come around, he couldn't avoid dry heaving. Glad that he had skipped his last meal due to busyness. At first, Almadel's voice didn't seem to register; it took another few seconds of eternity to catch up to what they were saying. Remembering how to breathe, how to stand without swaying, how to really just be, took a few moments more as his brain caught up to the involuntary actions of his body.

And once he felt like he was stable again, he blinked and looked ahead at the water-worn stones and the roofless building before them. The fact that it was real, even if it looked different than the snippets of the past he had seen, took his breath away again.

"Here we are... Hamelin."

Finally letting go of Almadel's arm, he smoothed his uniform down and fixed a few stray hairs that had ended up dangling in his face. Putting himself together again while trying not to dwell on the fact that he'd experience that again when they left.

The air smelled almost of nothing, just the slightest hint of stagnant water. If it had been a thousand years since someone had been here, it made sense that whatever living creatures or plants that may have withered or rotted had diffused enough to not stink anymore.

Taking a step forward, only staggering for half a moment before righting himself for the next step, he looked back at Almadel. "Shall we look around? I have part of a map at least, though things could have changed when this place fell."