[The Drifter blinks. A blanket has ended up in front of their face and over their head, which does not prevent them from "speaking," as it were, in the slightest.]
the beings that create and preserve life the storyteller the white dog the black jackal
[Their words may be more ominous and suitably arcane if there were not a blanket on top of their head, but the Drifter makes no effort to remove it.]
no subject
the beings that create and preserve life
the storyteller
the white dog
the black jackal
[Their words may be more ominous and suitably arcane if there were not a blanket on top of their head, but the Drifter makes no effort to remove it.]