"Strange like uncanny, more like. I went with a friend last time -- Bahorel -- and there were a lot of skulls replacing rocks. Very dramatic, not particularly dangerous. We don't have to go in that deeply if you don't prefer. It's easy enough to stay on the edges."

Her mouth twists at one corner.

"As for, um, epic slam poetry -- I know either depressing songs of mourning, ballads, or rollicking tavern songs. There's one about a mabari, and I can sing it as we walk if you like."

What?