[Thank goodness grandpa didn't break his hip in the fall. As falls go this is actually one of the nicer ones he's had to endure in recent memory, even with the rubble and detritus. He sits up, carefully helps Destroying Angel right herself and her heavy cap, and is halfway through brushing dirt from his fluffy hair when he hears the voice.
It... sounds human? He thinks? But that doesn't mean a whole lot in a situation like this. If anything it means it could be worse. There could be a wendigo down there. Either that or they brought a road down on some poor late-night mountain pedestrian. Or some poor late-night mountain wendigo that wasn't planning on hurting anyone and just wanted to go for a nice walk.
That's two out of three scenarios that are at least workable, so engaging is a go. He's not going to say hello or is someone down there because now is honestly not the time for pleasantries. Gotta cut right to the chase here.]
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It... sounds human? He thinks? But that doesn't mean a whole lot in a situation like this. If anything it means it could be worse. There could be a wendigo down there. Either that or they brought a road down on some poor late-night mountain pedestrian. Or some poor late-night mountain wendigo that wasn't planning on hurting anyone and just wanted to go for a nice walk.
That's two out of three scenarios that are at least workable, so engaging is a go. He's not going to say hello or is someone down there because now is honestly not the time for pleasantries. Gotta cut right to the chase here.]
Are you hurt?