- Location
- United States
I'm coming to the conclusion that Jun-ho is not nearly as innocent as he seems, and that he enjoys gently winding us up."Of course!" You tap your temple knowingly with one massive talon. "Natural compass. Never lost my bearings in my life."
"Mhm! Just like a pigeon!" Jun-ho agrees enthusiastically.
"... n-no not- not like a pigeon!" you splutter. "I have not and will never again be compared to a mere pigeon! We are dragons!"
"So how's it different?" he asks.
The wind whistles across the great leathery sails of your outstretched wings as you furiously ponder the question.
"I-it's magic!" you say at last. "That's it. Magic. Dragons are magic so the head compass is magic too!"
"Oooooooh." Jun-ho's gaze drifts forward, peering through the low-hanging cloud cover and towards your quarry. "So pigeons are magic too."
"NO-"
[X] Go to the shrine and inspect what it has to offer. You're not afraid of some old ruin just because it's dark. [x2]
OBVIOUSLY we are snared in some kind of curse! Those guild warning signs should just say "don't listen to the voice in your head calling you deeper into the island, that's a curse talking"