[ It sounds preposterous. A magical metal box that pulls people in from impossible distances and strands them in a nameless city that actively destroys all information about it. Worse, there's not even anyone to blame! Or at least, none that the people here know of.
Astarion tries to think. Nobody knows a way out, not yet. And the city is empty aside from the people brought here by the metal contraption below—people who are evidently brought here at random.
He supposes... He supposes there might be a slight silver lining to all of this. ]
And there's no other way to reach this place? Just... random bad luck?
[ He's still tense but there's a note of consideration to the question—like he's trying to think of how he can make this admittedly terrible situation work for him. ]
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Astarion tries to think. Nobody knows a way out, not yet. And the city is empty aside from the people brought here by the metal contraption below—people who are evidently brought here at random.
He supposes... He supposes there might be a slight silver lining to all of this. ]
And there's no other way to reach this place? Just... random bad luck?
[ He's still tense but there's a note of consideration to the question—like he's trying to think of how he can make this admittedly terrible situation work for him. ]