OOC: Sorry for my lack of posting, I've been busy trying to schedule a endoscopy among other health related things.
IC: Ark listened to the Slig, and shrugged in response.
He followed up the action by saying, still in that echo-y voice, "I don't know if I can lead us out of here. I still don't know my way around all to well, and my tattoos aren't pointing us in a direction anymore. I suspect they were reacting to that little one, rather than my will."
Ark took stoke of the present company.
"Lets get going before anyone wakes up or comes looking. Once outside I can contact some friends if you need help after that; since I can help you for a bit, but I have to return to this side of society pretty soon."
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