[The people here are too disparate from what they'd come to expect in Buried Time. The concept of what is and is not fair does not apply, and never has.]
[The Drifter looks away, looks out at the rising sea level through the door. It does not seem to be capable of reaching this sanctuary. Perhaps that was intentional. Their hands drop back to hide beneath the heavy folds of their scarlet cloak, slightly stiff and worn from years of use, now. If the number of layers they're wearing bothers them in conjunction with the heat, they don't show it.]
A FRIEND,
[The Drifter looks away, looks out at the rising sea level through the door. It does not seem to be capable of reaching this sanctuary. Perhaps that was intentional. Their hands drop back to hide beneath the heavy folds of their scarlet cloak, slightly stiff and worn from years of use, now. If the number of layers they're wearing bothers them in conjunction with the heat, they don't show it.]
when the tide drops