[Chaosbringer goes very still for a moment. His gloves hide the way his knuckles whiten as his fumbling against the door becomes a solid grip for that moment.]
[He's not surprised, mind. Mostly irritated that he'd never quite figured it out. Why else would they have awakened in a dream before, not knowing how they got to where they were? Of course they had gotten to that field of flowers in some way! Is this the first time he remembered fiddling with a door like this, or did he do so last time too and then forgot it? Or is he remembering now for another reason?]
I'm suddenly not feeling very charitable about this.
[One hand still on the door, he reaches over his shoulder to draw his weapon. Either the Sandglass will prove a key, or raw force will!]
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[He's not surprised, mind. Mostly irritated that he'd never quite figured it out. Why else would they have awakened in a dream before, not knowing how they got to where they were? Of course they had gotten to that field of flowers in some way! Is this the first time he remembered fiddling with a door like this, or did he do so last time too and then forgot it? Or is he remembering now for another reason?]
I'm suddenly not feeling very charitable about this.
[One hand still on the door, he reaches over his shoulder to draw his weapon. Either the Sandglass will prove a key, or raw force will!]