[Normally, he'd- something. Something that he wasn't doing, which was to lean back towards her whilst he stared at the platforms in horror and suspicion because-]
It's rotting.
[It's clear that it's rotting. And it makes sense. They're in a gigantic maze-riddled vine-clogged temple. It's old. Of course they'd be rotting. The ancients who had built the place didn't bother to varnish things. They probably didn't even know what varnish was. Did Sandalphon know what varnish was?
Does it matter?]
Whoever built this place failed to account for the passage of time. Which makes sense. Mortals often fail to account for things such as time, even when building...this.
['This' being said in the same tone one would use to say 'this rotting dumpster.']
Which means that for every puzzle we encounter, there is a chance the floor will give away and we will plunge to our deaths, or, worse, the thing we need to move ahead will plunge into the depths and we will need to figure out a way to climb down and retrieve it.
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It's rotting.
[It's clear that it's rotting. And it makes sense. They're in a gigantic maze-riddled vine-clogged temple. It's old. Of course they'd be rotting. The ancients who had built the place didn't bother to varnish things. They probably didn't even know what varnish was. Did Sandalphon know what varnish was?
Does it matter?]
Whoever built this place failed to account for the passage of time. Which makes sense. Mortals often fail to account for things such as time, even when building...this.
['This' being said in the same tone one would use to say 'this rotting dumpster.']
Which means that for every puzzle we encounter, there is a chance the floor will give away and we will plunge to our deaths, or, worse, the thing we need to move ahead will plunge into the depths and we will need to figure out a way to climb down and retrieve it.
[...]
I hate whoever thought this was a good idea.