"Magical force barrier, huh," he murmurs in an echo, and it doesn't quite sound like exasperated disbelief. Gears turning. Disliking a lot of this, and feeling out of his depth. (But what the fuck is his depth?)
Nobody seems to be listening in, but maybe they'd just think they were in a D&D club anyway. Hmph. As if he and Wren look like the types to be socializing voluntarily, but whatever.
Daryl pokes an index finger at the map, eastbound from the motel.
"Got up early and headed out here. Reckon I made it twenty-eight, maybe thirty miles before I got turned around. Last time I got confused walking anywhere, I was six."
The scenery around White Pines isn't nearly dense or highly trafficked enough to warrant any kind of confusion— Daryl can track a rat through heavy ground cover at midnight, there's no reason why he might have ended up walking the wrong way. His choice to avoid roads wasn't purely to duck attention; his familiarity with the outdoors allows him a freedom of movement and ability to gather intel that might be invisible to other people. And yet not only was everything painfully unremarkable, he'd gotten lost?
"Coulda been drugged. Coffee outta the vending machine in the motel."
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Nobody seems to be listening in, but maybe they'd just think they were in a D&D club anyway. Hmph. As if he and Wren look like the types to be socializing voluntarily, but whatever.
Daryl pokes an index finger at the map, eastbound from the motel.
"Got up early and headed out here. Reckon I made it twenty-eight, maybe thirty miles before I got turned around. Last time I got confused walking anywhere, I was six."
The scenery around White Pines isn't nearly dense or highly trafficked enough to warrant any kind of confusion— Daryl can track a rat through heavy ground cover at midnight, there's no reason why he might have ended up walking the wrong way. His choice to avoid roads wasn't purely to duck attention; his familiarity with the outdoors allows him a freedom of movement and ability to gather intel that might be invisible to other people. And yet not only was everything painfully unremarkable, he'd gotten lost?
"Coulda been drugged. Coffee outta the vending machine in the motel."