Thread:Enddayss/@comment-26863232-20190426210954/@comment-26863232-20190821032332

I did my best to remain polite and not go edgelord. I tried to pick the most eloquent words I knew from my vocabulary.

"Uh, we are looking for help.  My group and I were travelling through these mountains on a journey to reunite with a friend.  However, one of our members - a gentle squirrel-lion named Sandie - fell terribly ill."

I paused. Telling them about Sandie... might deepen the void that I shall suffer in. But not telling them about Sandie could hurt, too. And namedropping Hyacintho won't hurt. Probably.

"He murmured strange things about flowers and something named Hyacintho, before being buried in snow by a reverse-avalanche.  We heard your chanting and wondered if you could help us."