Tadhg's eyes also fix on the arresting sight, tracking along the length of the ... crash? At first inspection it does look like a barreling train plunged through the walls between worlds, grinding to a fatal halt in this completely unexpected place. The rumination leads to such questions as what kind of people were riding in it and how many and what happened to them?
On the other hand, he can't yet rule out the possibility of the whole thing being some kind of fog-construction or hallucination, which would beg a whole other set of questions. The púca leans forward a shade further, lips slightly parted and fingers flexing on his sword.
"No sign of life or movement," he murmurs in response to Erik's question. "I've no objections to a closer look on foot, but you two are the ones with prior experience out here." He turns far enough sideways that he can look directly at either of his co-hunters. "What do you recommend?"
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On the other hand, he can't yet rule out the possibility of the whole thing being some kind of fog-construction or hallucination, which would beg a whole other set of questions. The púca leans forward a shade further, lips slightly parted and fingers flexing on his sword.
"No sign of life or movement," he murmurs in response to Erik's question. "I've no objections to a closer look on foot, but you two are the ones with prior experience out here." He turns far enough sideways that he can look directly at either of his co-hunters. "What do you recommend?"