Towards the rocky back of the overhang, Hector finds a pile of sticks and leaves that have stagnated, become trapped between the swirl of wind and the natural geography of the spot, and sit still despite the wind and rain. That's lucky for them. He makes a note, and heads back to the big stick he has planted in the ground. ]
All things considered? No. But in this rain? Yeah. May as well be miles away.
[ He plucks it from its spot and wanders back towards the dry spot, carving circles in the ground. ]
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Towards the rocky back of the overhang, Hector finds a pile of sticks and leaves that have stagnated, become trapped between the swirl of wind and the natural geography of the spot, and sit still despite the wind and rain. That's lucky for them. He makes a note, and heads back to the big stick he has planted in the ground. ]
All things considered? No. But in this rain? Yeah. May as well be miles away.
[ He plucks it from its spot and wanders back towards the dry spot, carving circles in the ground. ]
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