Snippet #2459281

Patraeko's story was vaguely familiar to Drannec, who remembered it from when he'd first joined this little village. He'd been here a couple months, and the man hadn't been a threat to anyone, really-- as far as he'd seen, he was just a little bent. And, honestly, who wasn't a bit insane in the Aether? It wasn't a place sane people went to.

So you're insane, is that it? No wonder you never listen to me.

Drannec's reason for entering the Aether was... less desperate than most others, so Drannec supposed he was probably one of the less sane ones. Not that it mattered. He wasn't getting anywhere new with his report on the Aether, however, and that was a concern. So, for his interests (and the others', really,) he decided it best to get the expedition underway if he could.

But first to respond to Michael-- oh, wait! He'd forgotten to introduce himself, hadn't he. "Patraeko's a bit odd. But I've heard his story before, and I believe him. Oh, and I'm Drannec." He paused. "And for the good of us all, I say we get this expedition together-- if it's going to happen, that is."

For the good of us all? When'd you learn to preach, Drannec?

Sometime in college, probably. Anyways, that doesn't matter-- what matters is that we get going.