[Her words aren't making her sound any less morbid--there's plenty to be said for how one lives as well as how one dies, at least in Bard's book--but the realization that they're in the same boat stays his argument. With a sigh, he opens his tablet's little notepad to take a look at the crude map he's been making since arriving here. What he's seen of this place so far makes it seem highly unlikely that they're anywhere near each other, but he would rather be sure.]
I don't suppose you're anywhere near a building with a hole in its north face the height of two grown Men?
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I don't suppose you're anywhere near a building with a hole in its north face the height of two grown Men?