Slick is poking at the string lights until they realize people have been doing things this entire time. They snap back to attention. Well, if there’s no traps…why don’t they walk a bit? There doesn’t seem to be any other way to go but walking straight ahead, not with these big ol’ walls in the way.
Primus agrees, but says they have to be extra careful! As much as he wants to go right up and knock on the door (that’s just polite, after all), they should be wary. Bryce starts going ahead, the rest of the party trailing behind.
It’s quite pretty, actually. Primus can’t help but start to feel at ease here, even if it’s on enemy territory. He prefers grass and moss by a long shot, but he’s never really seen anything like this.
Don’t get your hopes up too much, Whipp grumbles. Her god says that Wax creates a new kind of base every time, but they’ve always got this look to them. He likes to make this shit look like his own cities. Just that kind of arrogance, she guesses.
Slick wishes they could see that, they whisper.