He had no idea who he was or why he was here. He only knew a few things.
He was a skeleton. He had a bow, and few things bothered to attack him.
But he could do things skeletons couldn't do.
He could break things. Build things. He could think and...
((In my defense, this chapter is late because I literally had not finished it yet, lol. Anyway, for some reason it became all about biomes! Can't say I'm surprised, I've been obsessed with my theoretical biomes lately.))
He couldn't stop thinking about Horror. Even now, after.. several hours soothing over the frightened piglins by talking about his friend and having others translate for him, after Cross had apparently stripped that one piglin's role and put them in some kind of fungus harvesting role and had them join them on the way to the bastion, Blue was still worried about Horror.
His mind was drifting a little, staying behind as Epic and Cross went on talking about other aspects of their way of life in the Nether. Blue absently glanced at that former scout dragging their hooves with hands tied up in front of them, the end of the rope connected to one of Epic's tusks. He couldn't understand why they had decided to attack his friend and lie about it. Part of him was surprised they even thought to lie. Then again, the piglins of this community were generally more intelligent than the norm.
Blue glanced back up at the looming bastion ahead as Cross went on about several different types of leather they made, pointing out sections of his own armor made with leather. Apparently nylium and mycelium could be turned into leather.
Near the closest entrance stood that familiar red-eyed guard, gaze zeroing in on the former scout behind them with some suspicion before fixating on him. Blue waved slightly, offering a faint smile. It felt awkward after a few seconds before they finally lifted their chin at him and regarded Ink.
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The intense investigative staring only let up when they arrived at the entrance, Cross stepping forward and taking the rope to lead the downtrodden piglin forward, communicating something to the guard. They grunted in response, nodding to a brute standing inside with quartz-trimmed armor, the underling stepping up and taking the rope to lead the prisoner deeper into the halls.
It was silent with just the hoofsteps echoing on the stone for a minute. When it was mostly quiet again, Cross turned back towards the guard with a lighter expression, grunting in a low voice. Even Ink perked up with curiosity, but as the only not-pig present, Blue had no idea what was being said, maintaining his silence.
The guard shook their head with a little reluctance, looking up at the high walls of the blackstone building with some fondness. Ink seemed almost as disappointed as Cross was, Epic nodding in understanding. Blue was still clueless.
Whatever it was had already passed, a rigidity returning to the guard's shoulders as they seemingly changed the subject into something more serious. All three pigs straightened- Ink visibly intrigued, Epic almost shocked while Cross was more concerned and bewildered.
The leader of the piglins asked something, getting a nod as Ink started tilting his head. The others shifted when he asked something, sculk tail twitching. At this point Blue was silently dying to have even the slightest bit of context.
